[She says it with a wink, with a crooked-pin grin, and she's all too ready to take her canteen back and swig some of the cheap and vile stuff herself. Tries - and fails - to discreetly disguise the burn in her own throat and ends up coughing instead. Yeah, okay. It's pretty wretched stuff.]
And hey, do I look like the kind of girl who cares if she gets blood smears on her? I'd worry more about the blood smears I'm gonna get on you. You look like you care about your clothes a hell of a lot more than I do.
[She manages, once the coughing subsides, and perhaps wisely screws the cap back on the canteen. Never mind that his clothes are currently smeared with sand in such a way that suggests indifference, and that she cares about some of hers more than she’s inclined to admit.]
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[She says it with a wink, with a crooked-pin grin, and she's all too ready to take her canteen back and swig some of the cheap and vile stuff herself. Tries - and fails - to discreetly disguise the burn in her own throat and ends up coughing instead. Yeah, okay. It's pretty wretched stuff.]
And hey, do I look like the kind of girl who cares if she gets blood smears on her? I'd worry more about the blood smears I'm gonna get on you. You look like you care about your clothes a hell of a lot more than I do.
[She manages, once the coughing subsides, and perhaps wisely screws the cap back on the canteen. Never mind that his clothes are currently smeared with sand in such a way that suggests indifference, and that she cares about some of hers more than she’s inclined to admit.]