It was strange getting to know a new individual, and traveling with them was stranger still, given their unique circumstances. Kade Samson had been a pick-pocketing thief and a shameless scavenger, her priorities solely settled on where she might end up at the end of the day. Never once had she mistaken herself for a friend or a partner in crime to someone because that sort of person hadn't existed in a long term sense. In a world plagued by hazardous and harsh landscapes, one couldn't rely too heavily on their fellow man, and in such, Kade had consistently done without assistance in hope of avoiding reliance. Hadn't the idea been to kill or be killed? Live at the cost of others? She had heard this preached by the masses and by the few, and lessons have been learned through experience, time and time again. Worn digits brought themselves back to her throat, all scarred with a mesh of pale tissue against contrasting tan flesh, and she hummed almost disapprovingly.
In a lapse of her better judgement, Kade provoked involvement between herself and Vale, though one couldn't possibly place the blame only on her shoulders. On the contrary, she knew that within the hiding place chosen in the abandoned automotive store, he had stumbled upon the woman bundled in her layers of dusty argot, smelling faintly of burned tobacco and sweat. Surely that meant he was partially to blame? Sniffing the air where smoke now wafted, the blonde moved her head side to side before lowering her azure hues towards the dusky plains extending past the ghost of a town. This had to be the right choice, she assured herself in the silence. What other choice did she really have?
"Ye don' say." Extending her arms out slightly to flick a clump of accumulated ash, her cigarette was made short work of, and the last of the carcinogen was snuffed against the cement. "Dun' know the last time I ate, an' I ain' too sure it was real food. Been known to just make due with hare, but only when I can catch it." Flickering a curious gaze to her company, the roguish femme wiggled her eyebrows before asking, "Am I gonna owe ya anything?" It seemed like the right thing to ask, though she could only imagine being left in the dark in terms of what Vale's real motives might have been. Knowledge of a situation was what inevitably guided such, and though Kade could understand good intentions when she saw them, she didn't truly know if there was such a thing as a free hand out anymore.
It was best not to assume at this point.
Slowly, the hand that had been grazing scars was held out towards the offering. Not too quick to take the jerky, Kade knew slow movements were likely more appreciated. Desert folk could be jumpy at times. Hell, Kade was jumpier than she cared to admit, so damn scared of anything that was bolder or louder than she was, it only made sense that Vale might be in the same boat. A level headed man he might have been, but this wasn't the sort of chance she was willing to risk. For all this ginger etiquette and caution on her part, it didn't matter in the end as the jerky was set right where her pants crumpled at her waistline. Held in an almost accurate fabric bowl, Kade stared apathetically at the contents before releasing a sigh of relief. "Welp, I 'ppreciate it, Vale. Dunno how I'm s'posed to thank you." Perhaps the saddest part was how honest a response this was, and briefly, Kade felt a warmth encroaching over her now blushing cheeks.
How grateful she was for the darkness, because nothing seemed more embarrassing than to be so clueless in matters relating to hospitality. mentally berating herself for her awkwardness, Kade drew her knees closer to her torso, and brought a piece of jerky to her lips. "Yeah..." Mumbled between bites of the preserved meat, the nomad counted herself fortunate to not be intimidating in appearance, otherwise Vale might have taken her bouts of silence as threatening. She wasn't plotting; she was just pouting. Pouting over what she was left to mull over, and more so, over how ill prepared she was to talk about it at any length. Unable to articulate herself hadn't always been an issue, but months alone in the desert made her social skills noticeably lacking, and were she to chatter one, it would be less than witty commentary he probably wasn't awake enough to appreciate.
Vision rising to the water as it was extended her way, a shallow swallow was had, then it was ushered back to Vale's possession. "I'll do my best on that front, ye? I wouldn' be doin' anyone any good by collapsin'. Thanks again, Vale." Stuffing the remainder of the jerky into her mouth, Kade nearly choked as she consumed it far too quickly, though ended the action of chewing with a refreshing gulp of air. "Together, eh? Yeah, guess so. S'not so bad, is it? I'm feeling like a bunch ov extra weight to yer load, but ye got broad shoulders, boyo." Clapping her hands together lightly to clear any residual crumbs, the blonde stretched to clear her thoughts and to get blood circulating once more. "Ye got a plan then? Ta wait 'em out?" Of all the things concerning their pair, Kade seemed least clear on what the two were going to do now that they were awake once more.
Sitting where they had been, they were safe from most things, but Kade still had an uneasiness in the pit of her stomach that refused to settle. "I just dun' like bein' out in the open, ye know? Ain' too good with nothing to the sides, or over my head. Ain' too... I dunno, Vale. I dunno how to say it." Admitting this, she fell silent once more; both palms meeting her temples as a sign of internal defeat.
In a lapse of her better judgement, Kade provoked involvement between herself and Vale, though one couldn't possibly place the blame only on her shoulders. On the contrary, she knew that within the hiding place chosen in the abandoned automotive store, he had stumbled upon the woman bundled in her layers of dusty argot, smelling faintly of burned tobacco and sweat. Surely that meant he was partially to blame? Sniffing the air where smoke now wafted, the blonde moved her head side to side before lowering her azure hues towards the dusky plains extending past the ghost of a town. This had to be the right choice, she assured herself in the silence. What other choice did she really have?
"Ye don' say." Extending her arms out slightly to flick a clump of accumulated ash, her cigarette was made short work of, and the last of the carcinogen was snuffed against the cement. "Dun' know the last time I ate, an' I ain' too sure it was real food. Been known to just make due with hare, but only when I can catch it." Flickering a curious gaze to her company, the roguish femme wiggled her eyebrows before asking, "Am I gonna owe ya anything?" It seemed like the right thing to ask, though she could only imagine being left in the dark in terms of what Vale's real motives might have been. Knowledge of a situation was what inevitably guided such, and though Kade could understand good intentions when she saw them, she didn't truly know if there was such a thing as a free hand out anymore.
It was best not to assume at this point.
Slowly, the hand that had been grazing scars was held out towards the offering. Not too quick to take the jerky, Kade knew slow movements were likely more appreciated. Desert folk could be jumpy at times. Hell, Kade was jumpier than she cared to admit, so damn scared of anything that was bolder or louder than she was, it only made sense that Vale might be in the same boat. A level headed man he might have been, but this wasn't the sort of chance she was willing to risk. For all this ginger etiquette and caution on her part, it didn't matter in the end as the jerky was set right where her pants crumpled at her waistline. Held in an almost accurate fabric bowl, Kade stared apathetically at the contents before releasing a sigh of relief. "Welp, I 'ppreciate it, Vale. Dunno how I'm s'posed to thank you." Perhaps the saddest part was how honest a response this was, and briefly, Kade felt a warmth encroaching over her now blushing cheeks.
How grateful she was for the darkness, because nothing seemed more embarrassing than to be so clueless in matters relating to hospitality. mentally berating herself for her awkwardness, Kade drew her knees closer to her torso, and brought a piece of jerky to her lips. "Yeah..." Mumbled between bites of the preserved meat, the nomad counted herself fortunate to not be intimidating in appearance, otherwise Vale might have taken her bouts of silence as threatening. She wasn't plotting; she was just pouting. Pouting over what she was left to mull over, and more so, over how ill prepared she was to talk about it at any length. Unable to articulate herself hadn't always been an issue, but months alone in the desert made her social skills noticeably lacking, and were she to chatter one, it would be less than witty commentary he probably wasn't awake enough to appreciate.
Vision rising to the water as it was extended her way, a shallow swallow was had, then it was ushered back to Vale's possession. "I'll do my best on that front, ye? I wouldn' be doin' anyone any good by collapsin'. Thanks again, Vale." Stuffing the remainder of the jerky into her mouth, Kade nearly choked as she consumed it far too quickly, though ended the action of chewing with a refreshing gulp of air. "Together, eh? Yeah, guess so. S'not so bad, is it? I'm feeling like a bunch ov extra weight to yer load, but ye got broad shoulders, boyo." Clapping her hands together lightly to clear any residual crumbs, the blonde stretched to clear her thoughts and to get blood circulating once more. "Ye got a plan then? Ta wait 'em out?" Of all the things concerning their pair, Kade seemed least clear on what the two were going to do now that they were awake once more.
Sitting where they had been, they were safe from most things, but Kade still had an uneasiness in the pit of her stomach that refused to settle. "I just dun' like bein' out in the open, ye know? Ain' too good with nothing to the sides, or over my head. Ain' too... I dunno, Vale. I dunno how to say it." Admitting this, she fell silent once more; both palms meeting her temples as a sign of internal defeat.
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