"She's my girlfriend." Ginger smirked as she leaned down into a kneel with her slender legs on the pavement and immediately began to scoop up her sister in her arms. Thank God for the strength the wolf inside of her gave her. It was impossible for a sixteen year old girl to lift her now older sister and began to walk, only to pivot her whole body around to watch Charlie.
"And no, she's not a diabetic." rolling those emerald eyes and looked at her for a minute. "She doesn't need a hospital, she just needs peace and fucking quiet." making sure to amplify how she felt but frowned. "Been here long... I'm... Ginger..." the woman was never nice, but she was when she wanted something. Like food.