"Alive and thirsty," Apryl said, passing Zeig her empty canteen through the back window.<br/><br/>It was a really small canteen, as she hadn't sold the expensive alcohol in the large canteen yet. She couldn't drink it, but she wasn't about to dump it before they came to a nice dry town where she could sell it cheaply. Apryl was sitting cross legged on her red trench coat with her back back cradled in her lap, near the back so she could be close to the driver, or as she now called him in her head, the guy with all the water. She was using the trench coat as a mat since the white blanket and her sunscreen protected her skin. The objective right now was keeping as cool as possible, so she was in her hiking shorts and the brown tank top shirt with a net top. The straps and ribbons she wore hung limply as her feet remained in-cased in hot and heavy steel toes that felt like they were made of lead. One thing she liked about being a smaller framed person without to much weight was the ability to keep cooler than the bigger guys in the stifling heat. A bit of sweat dripped down her brow and onto the backpack though, even with the movement of the vehicle creating a breeze and the shade of the blanket it was still like a sauna back there.<br/><br/>She had to give this Zeig guy credit. He had beat the preacher in a wager that she had also won some money on, gathered supplies, and found a vehicle in short order, all after her mentor had simply disappeared on her very discreetly like. It would have been less uncomfortable if this preacher man hadn't decided to come along though. She would have been able to lie down and take a nap in the truck bed if it wasn't for him, really. He seemed so awful focused at not looking her that she wondered if he she had the plague or really bad body odor. Apryl was about self conscious about her smell, she liked to be as clean as possible at all times and had taken a bath yesterday morning. So there was no way she could smell that freaking bad!<br/><br/>"I can't believe, I find the one person in the world I can really admire and they just ditch me as soon as I make my confession," she complained, "I've never seen anyone shoot like that before....."<br/><br/>She sighed, perhaps she'd have been nothing but a big burden anyway. And yet here she was, tagging along with these losers when she had enough assets to gamble away, including two golden guns. Heh, heh, the memory made her smile. While that fake was cowering on the floor half passed out in fear long after the danger was past she had lifted the other gun. It was nice to have a matching set, and they'd be much easier to get bullets for too, that was until she pawned them for a big wad of cash! There was only one gun that was dear to her heart, her grumpy old red revolver, and that's the way it would stay. The red gun hadn't left her side holster, while the gold guns were emptied of rounds and kept in her pack.<br/><br/>She turned back to glance with an annoyed expression.<br/><br/>"Can I have some more water please?" she asked again, "And are we soon there yet?"<br/><br/>Wherever it was the hell they were going, she hoped they got there soon, because she felt she'd soon have to pee.