Adrian wanted to toss his trench knife at the guyâ€™s head. He was standing there ogling his sister like heâ€™d never seen a woman before. He watched Nathan, more or less, gulp while he stared. Adrianâ€™s eye twitched in irritation, then he promptly went about scowling at a crack in the drywall.<br/><br/>Rainie tilted her head at Nathanâ€™s confession of having only the shotgun heâ€™d had earlier. How on earth had he survived that long with that thing? Rainie, herself, hated shotguns, and had only the faintest idea of how to use them. She thought they took far too much time to reload and had too much kickback. She also wondered at his odd behavior, standing there staring at her mutely, then abruptly spinning around and jerking drawers open like a rabbit on crack. He dropped a pile of clothes next to her while she watched him with confused, speculating eyes.<br/><br/>When he offered to check out the radio, she held it out to him silently. He promptly sat back down where heâ€™d been and proceeded to fiddle with the knobs. Curious, she scooted an inch closer to watch what he was doing, while leaving a generous distance between them. Even Adrian was watching from across the room. He talked to himself while he worked, or maybe he was telling Rainie what was wrong with it. Either way, she nodded in understanding, despite the fact he didnâ€™t notice.<br/><br/>Incredulous, she watched him fix the old, soggy radio within five minutes of it being placed into his hand. She recalled her father, who believed firmly that anything could be fixed with a few well-placed kicks and rattling. This was why she refused to let him to try to fix her iPod battery when it burned out. This wasnâ€™t rattling something until it worked. Nathan knew<span style="font-style: italic">exactly</span>what he was doing. Amazed, she caught the fully-functional radio when it was tossed to her. Static crackled through the speaker. Carefully, she switched it off. The sound ceased. She switched it back on. The static began once more.<br/><br/>Her head snapped up to ask how on earth he knew how to do such a useful thing, only to find him distracted with something in his hand. Copper coils dangled from the unrecognizable hunk of metal he held. Cursing to himself, she watched him begin to repair it. He was completely and utterly absorbed in what he was doing, with the object in his hand. The entire world seemed to have completely vanished from him as all his attention focused on fixing what had been broken.<br/><br/>Rainie blinked, her head turning in Adrianâ€™s direction. Heâ€™d been watching Nathan too, his eyebrows raised, and soon met her gaze. In perfect synchronization, they shrugged.<br/><br/>Rainie stumbled into a standing position from her spot on the floor, wincing as the blood rushed back into her legs. Her fingers clenched around the clothes Nathan had given her. Looking around awkwardly, from the totally absorbed Nathan to her tense and irritated brother, she slowly backed out of the room.<br/><br/>Finding the bathroom again, she stepped in and tried her best to close the door. The only issue, it blocked out all the light from the main room, leaving her in complete darkness. Cursing quietly to herself, she resigned herself to the fact and sucked it up. Aware of the obstacles in the room; two gas tanks and a pile of car batteries, a sink and toilet, the shower...she tried to limit her movements as much as possible.<br/><br/>She bent over and undid the buckles on her boots, then the laces, and stepped out of them carefully. Next went her jeans which stuck to her legs like a second skin. Growling in frustration, she began undoing the buttons on her uniform shirt, wrestling her arms out of the sleeves was like trying to pin an alligator. Her hands clamoring across the floor blindly, she found what she hoped to God werenâ€™t boxers. They were short, but she quickly discovered they were too thick to be undergarments. They were likely cut-off sweats. She pulled them up to her waist, only for them to drop to the floor when she let go. An irritated growl rumbling in her throat, she yanked them up again and found the drawstring and cinched it tight. Next she found the shirt and was beginning to search for arm holes when she realized a terrible fact.<br/><br/>Her bra was soaked.<br/><br/>For a full thirty seconds she stood there in the black hole, deliberating what to do. If she left it on, it would soak through the shirt. If she took it off...<br/><br/>Ah, hell...<br/><br/>So she stood, alternating between biting at her lip and tugging her braid anxiously. She juggled the cons of both, trying to decide between the less of the two incredible evils. If it had only been Adrian, she wouldnâ€™t have cared. Honestly, it was<span style="font-style: italic">Adrian,</span>he wouldnâ€™t have noticed or cared. But she knew full well there was a possibility the other male would take notice. Which would be less noticeable?<br/><br/>Finally, hesitantly, she reached back and unclasped the thing.<br/><br/>Hurrying through pulling on the shirt only to discover sheâ€™d slipped it on backwards, she yanked her blessedly still-dry boots back on and slipped out the doorway, lingering in the hall. Before she ventured into the living room, she pulled the tie out of her hair, running her fingers through the plaits and pulling some of it forward to fall over her shoulder. It came to her waist, where her sides indented beneath her ribs. Gathering her wet clothes, she stepped out and glanced down at herself. The t-shirt sheâ€™d been given was nearly a dress on her, the hem coming to mid-thigh and the â€œshortâ€ sleeves coming to her elbows. It was a dull red color, a few shades darker than her hair. The cut-off sweats were just blue, cut off just below her knees and sort of itchy. But dry. She thanked her lucky stars for inheriting her motherâ€™s genes. Her legs and arms were completely smooth, and had been all her life. Truly glorious in a post-apocalyptic world without hair removal cream.<br/><br/>Sighing resignedly, Rainie stepped back into the room, the unclipped buckles on her boots jingling faintly. Adrian glanced at her briefly before raising a mocking eyebrow. â€œYou look like a ten year old wearing Daddyâ€™s clothes.â€ He told her.<br/><br/>She shot him the finger.