<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/1Qbqn.jpg)<strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Ricky's campsite<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Snarking off and regretting it<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Ricky<br/></strong><hr/></div><br/>V at least made a token effort to help Ricky to remove her bra, wanting to keep the garment intact for later use. She returned his glare, but didn't speak; she figured the look on her face would tell him everything he needed to know about her thoughts on the situation.<br/><br/>She kept up her rebellious look, and replied with an undercurrent of snark,<strong>"No, this tattoo's going to wash off as soon as I hop in water. Of course it's for real. I didn't exactly have a degree, but my dad did. He was a trauma surgeon before the bombs dropped, and he taught me the trade. That's what I was doing back in that little ass-end-of-nowhere town before you guys showed up; I was the town doc."</strong><br/><br/>Then, she realized what had tumbled out of her mouth before she got to the pertinent information.<em>Of course I have to start with the sarcasm. This guy and bad impulse decisions seem to go hand in hand.</em>V shifted somewhat uncomfortably, just waiting for the present ordeal to be over and finished.