Rez's smile twitches just a touch broader as Marco motions his guards back. "Aw, naw man, yanno I like'm puppies." She flashes an absolutely non-affectionate, in fact outright feral grin towards the closest Dog. "Ya keep'm on a leash and ya don' feed'm red meat an' they get all comfy here. We get jealous!" A few of the Vultures recognize their cue for laughter.<br/><br/>She thumps the splash of revealed metal where her buckshot burst against the M-ATV's side, almost respectfully, then steps back to Marco can run his hands over it. "Yeah, an' I don' wanna haveta truck't all t'hell'n gone t'sell it t'some loser." Although there's faint temptation. If the house of cards up North fell the right way, yeah. But being a warchief takes a lot of doing, and a lot of watching. Maybe once Sliver's broken his own neck and some of her other problems are resolved, once the Vultures are solid again.<br/><br/>"War-ner." To name one of her problems. She doesn't quite roll her eyes. There's something about her posture that deprecatingly suggests he isn't worth the exertion of a more obviously sneering gesture.<br/><br/>"Fool tries t'tell m'what t'do in front of th'Flock. Steps on their fun in fronta me where I gotta do a thing about't. Won't deal when I try'n cut'm his percentage t'lose 'imself 'stead of makin' a fuss." She levels her gaze back on Marco. "We k'n deal cuz ya know better'n t'do things like't, same's I don' tell y'how ta run yer people, seen?"<br/><br/>"As t'rights, hell, I'm th'wrong'n t'ask 'bout that. I like t'lead w'my left. 'Sides, power's with th'guns, yeah?"<br/><br/>"They wan'm dead, all my li'l darlins. An' if he comes fussin' again, it'll happen, too. An' if 'e gets inside'is war-machine, it'll be bloody takin'm down. Y'oughta ask 'Why'dya leave'm alive?'"<br/><br/>Rez glances aside as Amanuel approaches. "Ff. Don' start. Yanno it didn't leave a real scratch." she mutters.<br/><br/>The queen Vulture settles one buttock atop a stack of tires that've seen better decades, small next to the M-ATV's big puncture-proofs, then balances her sawn-off across the thigh hooked against the tire. She drags out one of the local hand-rolls and lights it, gaze returning to the Hardholder and watching him steadily.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC - What Reading the Sitch will net from Rez and her people</div><div class="spoiler_body">This is just generalities. Rez is probably not the biggest enemy Marco has to contend with. Semi-friendly competitor with similar interests is probably the best way to describe her. She would definitely rather sell the vehicle to Marco, but she'll take it North if he doesn't make it worth her while. It's unusual, she's never seen its like before and figures she might never again. And she's not sure she's entirely happy with the deal on the table. As she said, she sees the M-ATV as being worth as much as the bonus three trucks she brought back...And the four she was sent out after netted one barter. ;)<br/><br/><em>Los Buitres</em>...Well. On a certain level, the Dogs are their natural-born enemies, and on a certain level the more near-sighted scavenger-birds can't quite see why Rez cozies up to one guy running a walled target while they freely shred anything they can catch that steps outside of similar fortifications. At the same time, they like the occasional hot bath (much as they'd never admit it to each other) and sex that isn't forced, and having a place to trade and sell the stuff they scrounge and steal is a good thing.<br/><br/>...And having their bikes running steadily, too. That's big. That's important. Amanuel may be the largest factor in why Rez has attached herself and her gang to Marco.</div></div>