Indy tilted her head slightly, really looking the two over. "Blue shirt gets a 6.5 - the hair cost him." She had seen real zombies, up close and personal. They didn't groom, their hair wasn't neat and orderly. "Black shirt gets a 4." The twig in his hair might not have been intentional, she didn't know. That was the nice thing about art though, she didn't have to care if the maker had intended for her to see it the way she did, she just could.
"Or we could just punch him in the nuts if he grabs for the bottle." The threat had certainly been presented the last time he had crashed their take on a party. If she was being honest it wouldn't totally suck to follow through. Some days she missed the violence of before, as fucked up as that seemed.
Small dramatics, that define who Maddie was as a person well. Indy saw the expression, but didn't bother swinging the camera around. The moment passed too fast and she didn't want to deal with close ups of strangers in their footage.
"I was considering some type of massive scar. A missing eye maybe.. or a finger." Any excuse to play with her kit, which had done nothing but grow since they had moved out here. "Could do burns all down my neck or leg." There weren't popular enough with normal people that she would be immediately pegged as faking it - though the conversation was earning them an eavesdropper. Probably just trying to figure out if she was talking about a legit project. Seemed like if people around here weren't trying to get famous they were trying to find someone who already was.
"I might leave it open though, let people suggest whatever they want." She had said she wanted tequila -which she still did- but the bottle of spiced rum was what she reached for, careful to grab it and not drop her bag of food. "Could be interesting." Shuffling her stuff slightly, she refocused the camera on Maddie's face. "Picked your poison?"