"Why the fuck would I just give him what he wants?" Rogue snapped turning to look at the only person that had been nice to her. The poor Namida was only trying to help the captive raider girl but she was still too angry and emotional to be reasoned with. "He's a fucking asshole. He's fucking beat the shit outta me and made me kill my people. Lucky, she's barely hanging on. His word don't mean shit to me. I'd fucking kill him if I could."<br/><br/>The look on Rogue's beautiful face changed. She didn't want to kill Namida, she wanted to kill Blackout, she wanted to kill herself, anything to change the outlook of the situation. She reluctantly looked down at the gun in her hands before handing it over to the bag. "You're a fucking liar." The girl stared him down. "This shit ain't going to get any easier. I'm a fucking slave. I'd rather be hung on a post to fucking rot."<br/><br/>It was the truth, there was no honor in being a slave. Namida seemed to be on Rogue's good side. But for all the raider knew it could have been a fucking trick, after all you couldn't trust anyone these days. "This is all bullshit!" The girl began to get rowdy. "I have nothing of use to any of you! I want to fucking talk to him myself! I want to fucking sort this out." Once again the girl with no place to be making demands was once again making demands. "I'll gut him myself, alive, and put his head on a pole."