[More than exhaustion and hunger preyed on her. Damaged nerves, dangerous history, sometimes decided to make an entrance. The lightning scar down her side would answer most questions, yet it remained hidden under the jacket.]

Not one of my best ones.

[Though she supposes she is going to get him something. He's a part of the everyone.]

Beer, whatever he wants. Something to eat.

[Hanna eyes him with no level of subtlety. What are the odds?]

You don't look like someone lining up to take a shot at me, so just get it over with and say what you wanna say. [He hasn't even done anything to you Hanna King.]