Me or her... "That's what I keep telling myself..."  She chuckled a bit ruefully before biting her lip and nudging him with the empty bottle.  "Well, lets just say you owe me.  Besides, if I need ammo I can just break into my mother's office.  She grinned again, a little forced this time as she saw the dark turn his thoughts had taken.<br/><br/>"Why dont you go find a bottle then... you're starting to look like you might join me."  She smiled as she stood back up, wincing a bit as she slung the pack back over her shoulder and the strap scraped over the still unhealed tattoo beneath her tattered jumpsuit.  "I stink of the wasteland... probably smell like a real slaver.  I'm gonna grab a shower."