"Hear it a lot, huh?" Lifting her shoulders, Cassidy have a hum. "I suppose it does at least make me feel less like I'm wasting my breath every time."
"Worse habits to have, though I'd watch thinking that with the other blonde medic. Might get you growled at." Too bad Tenley wasn't around to overhear, 'cause that had decidedly tickled her funny bone. She might not need to be protected, but she didn't generally get up in arms about an innocent enough comment. "What?!" She gasped, matching his ridiculousness with her own. "Even though I know you're full of it, the accent really sells the whole trustworthy, good ol' boy vibe. Kind of making me want to peek outside, just to be sure I know what I know." A similar personality in this chaotic nightmare of theirs was always welcome. "If you need more non-doomy company I'll have to introduce you to Hads. My little sister, similar disposition and she's stuck in here too." Which had as much to do with her sunny outlook as her actual personality.
Cass laughed again, giving a little flip of her hair. "Sure, hear weird stories like that all the time. Long lost cousins and estranged family. Very daytime TV. They'd give you two a horrible love triangle," she decided, amused by the fictitious show she was building. "How brave of you. I can't imagine how much work goes into just surviving each day." She liked him, actually. He was fun to talk to. "Oh, I don't have any to offer right now. Just curious if I did if it'd be worth it to share."
"No. You're just teasing me now. Bulls, really?" There was definite laughter in her voice, but also just a touch of wonder. Not only was he apparently a genuine cowboy, but a freaking bull riding one. That was almost too much, really. "Is it an actual requirement, or is that like the whole can't be a New Yorker without an attitude thing? I will, by the way. Say that I've met one. The guys back home will love it."