"Do you always talk to yourself or are you just extra crazy?" Little Rock asked with a raised eyebrow as she came up on the sentry tower right behind Gwen. The other woman turned around to look at Little Rock in surprise and she knew why. Little Rock was a kid, she looked like a thirteen year old because she was a thirteen year old. But she was a thirteen year old who packed a shotgun with her.
She walked up and looked at the guns in the tower. "Nice inventory," she said. But she said it to Gwen because unlike some weirdos she didn't go around talking to herself. "I'm Little Rock. They stuck me with you tonight. Lucky me." The sarcasm was thick and dripping from every word the teenager said.