Blushing Raider, Vague Answers

Annie's cheeks flushed at his question and she squirmed in her seat. "I ain't danced in a long time..." She admitted and scratched at the back of her neck sheepishly. "I...I guess I can try. Sorry if I step on yer feet, though."

Gulping down her own drink, the young woman got to her feet and dusted off her pants. This obviously wouldn't do much to the clothes, but it was the best she could do with what she had going on. At least she was clean and happy that this new friend of hers wasn't judging her. It had been a long time since someone hadn't judged her for her appearance.

She'd been seen as a raider for so long. Sure, she was a raider, but she wasn't like the ones that raped and killed regularly. All Annie wanted to do was survive in this cruel world.

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"Why apologize for them?" Klaire asked as she looked over her weapons calmly. She was already cleaning them, making adjustments and fixing things in need of repairs. "As for my reasons for being here, that is my concern and no one elses." She wasn't about to trust a man she barely knew with her plans. It had taken her this long to get here and she wasn't about to give away her plans to anyone.

There was someone she had to hunt down and kill and she had zero intentions of stopping until the bastard was dead.