"She said something about that. And that she put one in your head. Thought I was the one that had that effect on women," John countered and opened the glove box to start picking through it, "Don't imagine it matters, making enemies. What's the worse they can do? Bury you alive?"
He looked over and gave a sarcastic smile, then pulled one of his pistols to knock the glove box door closed again. He began tinkering with it afterward, checking the mechanisms and counting bullets.
"Can tell I'm going to just love camp, if this is any indicator."