jprouvaire
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Odette brightened up at the new faces, endlessly delighted at the sight of new people after months in wastelands, although she seemed to be the sole person of the group to harbor the sentiment – Seth and Cain seemingly tense and cautious in the unfamiliar surroundings, being as one was severely injured, another was back outside, and the only other capable person was the woman who had already decided to put her trust in these strangers. Odette shyly waved at Riley and Cross once the pair exited the Humvee, interested in meeting the friends of Walker but decided to leave the introductions for later once Seth was finally patched up.
“Duke stayed out with all our stuff,” Odette informed Walker once she saw him again, happy to announce they were unarmed. “But I understand. If we – well, if I had been as careful as you all, then we wouldn’t even be in this mess,” She said, tucking stray strands of blond hair behind her hair to mask the waves of guilt at the memory of practically leading her friends straight into a nest of danger.
“Just a stroke of bad luck,” Cain assured, though the bulk of his attention was elsewhere as he listened in on Sinclaire’s talk of a doctor and their boss. He noted the nervousness of the supply keeper at the mention of the boss being in a ‘nasty mood’ and while he couldn’t deny the curiosity born at the sound of a meeting room, he’d rather not endanger his group’s already precarious situation by overstaying their welcome.
“Hi! I have those poker chips for the medical supplies if that works,” Odette smiled brightly at Sinclaire, clearly finding no reason to be wary or cautious around the man. “I…I don’t know how much it really adds up to, though,” She admitted, a bit quieter as she offered the small bag in which the collection of mismatched poker chips was kept. “I just collected them since they’re one of the few things out here with some color in them still… you can have it all, though. I don’t really know what we need, to be honest – what do you think will help?”
“Duke stayed out with all our stuff,” Odette informed Walker once she saw him again, happy to announce they were unarmed. “But I understand. If we – well, if I had been as careful as you all, then we wouldn’t even be in this mess,” She said, tucking stray strands of blond hair behind her hair to mask the waves of guilt at the memory of practically leading her friends straight into a nest of danger.
“Just a stroke of bad luck,” Cain assured, though the bulk of his attention was elsewhere as he listened in on Sinclaire’s talk of a doctor and their boss. He noted the nervousness of the supply keeper at the mention of the boss being in a ‘nasty mood’ and while he couldn’t deny the curiosity born at the sound of a meeting room, he’d rather not endanger his group’s already precarious situation by overstaying their welcome.
“Hi! I have those poker chips for the medical supplies if that works,” Odette smiled brightly at Sinclaire, clearly finding no reason to be wary or cautious around the man. “I…I don’t know how much it really adds up to, though,” She admitted, a bit quieter as she offered the small bag in which the collection of mismatched poker chips was kept. “I just collected them since they’re one of the few things out here with some color in them still… you can have it all, though. I don’t really know what we need, to be honest – what do you think will help?”