Kath easily caught the bullets before her brain registered they'd been thrown in her direction. A cold feeling of offense trickled down from something in her ribcage; what was this girl trying to tell her? That she wasn't a good gunner? That her darling beloved uzis, whom she'd almost had the affection to name, couldn't stand up to that ungainly rifle strapped to her back? Kath narrowed her eyes suspiciously. If she didn't accept this "gift," if that's what it really was, what would happen then? Would this girl leave, to go and shiver to death in this infernal cold with only half a shirt on? Kath mentally laughed at herself. What a stretch. She was tempted to hurl the damn things right back, but stuffed the ammo in her back pocket instead. Resource over rage. "I think I can handle it, thank you," she said with a charming grin, her tone barely hinting at a warning not to cross her, so subtle that only another woman could pick it up. Anyone else would just see a cheery girl cheerily accepting a cheerily-given gift. She turned her face away from Neon to hide her scowl, and in doing so, eyed Neon's shoddy "gift" to Archie. What will that do? she wondered, and felt maybe he'd appreciate something more his size. He looked living and harmless enough, and her camp wasn't getting any safer. "Archie, right? Say, if you guys can help me get back at my camp, I've got a rocket launcher with your name on it," she said, and glanced around at everyone's faces in her usual shifty way. She would wait and see if he was interested before she mentioned how heavily it was being guarded. Hopefully, if the greed of wanting such a powerful weapon in his hands got a big enough start in his mind, by the time she mentioned the zombies, fear wouldn't evaporate it. Pity she'd have to lend him her launcher, but she couldn't work it herself with her attention-demanding uzis, and it would be more than useful to them all.
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