There was that about it, but she was pretty sure he’d have turned down any of the camps if they’d offered him a place to live. He wasn’t that kind of man. Living with people like that, she very much suspected it’d drive him mad. It wasn’t perfect how they lived but it was something. It was about survival as he said. “I think you like how you live. Living in a camp, doing patrols and watches. I rather think you’d hate the whole lot of it, wouldn’t you? I know I would.” She told him. He’d get them their price by making the camps feel like they owed them somehow.
At the mention of family and family issues Bela looked away from Lindsey and out the window. That was where all her problems had begun of course. Her father. That...man for lack of a better word. She didn’t want to think of him. But Lindsey had a point. That was where she’d learned how to lie. That was how she’d learned how to hate people. They didn’t talk about family or their pasts, beyond occasional glimpses or mentions. Why would they want to do that?
Just business was how it was and she was perfectly happy with their little arrangement. There was a healthy trust in utter distrust and they didn’t need it to be more than that. Not that he wouldn’t have been her type once upon a time but things changed. She had changed. And she really would have driven off and left him there quite happily. He should have known better. “Fine Lindsey, have your win. Enjoy it. It was still stupid.” She insisted, not changing her mind on that any time soon.
Particularly since he’d decided to be pleased with himself about it.