"I'm not a drinker either..."  She responded with a shrug as she took another swig from the bottle of vodka, of course given her young age that was rather obvious.  Her gaze narrowing a bit at his comment about her looking nice with a collar on.  "Oh you'd like that, wouldnt you?"  She did however return his grin, kicking his foot playfully.<br/><br/>"Me and maybe my mother too, running around with collars on..."  She returned his wink with one of her own as she took another swig from the bottle.  They would have been a good match had things turned out differently in their lives... had her grandfather never opened the door all those years ago.  Rayne would have been an administrator, preparing to take over for her mother one day, and Nathan would have been her security chief...  But fantasizing about what could have been could quickly become distracting, causing her to chug down the remains of the bottle.<br/><br/>Rayne's gaze lingered on the girl as she disappeared from view, a tenseness around her eyes fading.  "She might still be free if it werent for me..."  The teen mumbled, more to herself than in response to his question.  Though she quickly shook off the dark thoughts that had begun to creep up.  Crouching down beside Nathan as she shrugged the pack from her shoulder.  Rummaging around quick before pulling out an old faded carboard ammo box.  "30 ot 6 right?"  She asked holding out the nearly full box of rifle ammo to him.