[She doesn't need him to clear the underbrush out of the way but it's... sweet, she figures. Like he thinks she needs it, or maybe that's something else his mom taught him. She puts up with it for now, but when they come to the first of her lines she skirts around in front of him and bends down to disarm it. There aren't really as many as she'd said, she's neither that reckless nor that wasteful with her resources, she just wanted to make sure she had a clear way to run if she encountered something she couldn't fight.
She winds the wire into a little spool and tucks the can of shrapnel into her backpack. She uses her body to block what she's doing. People don't like it when you point out you know how to make bombs with a bit of sugar.]
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She winds the wire into a little spool and tucks the can of shrapnel into her backpack. She uses her body to block what she's doing. People don't like it when you point out you know how to make bombs with a bit of sugar.]
So where're you from?