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"I'm glad people are actually using the weapon box"

"Mathius, anymore chocolate chip cookies?" She asked quietly, her voice a small, quiet thing.

"I'm completely out of vodka, very low on tomatoes, chicken breasts, croutons, whiskey, dark ale, and hamburger rolls. I had to go with another distributor that screws us over"

"Dessert cooler. Like they always are"

"It's dangerous to try and be buddy-buddy right away anyway. The people you trust could be the ones who stab you in the back."

She would be walking in, looking like shit, but her bag was filled to the brim with the stuff math would need

She puffed as she vanished. She appeared in front of the cooler then vanished again, sitting back down, reading her book. She put the cookie in her mouth, nibbing on it silently.

"My son and Ragna make sure to tell them."

He rushed to get a money order with a sigh of relief. "No more paying an arm and a leg."

"You are a life saver"

She was a doll. She knew nothing of this world. She bit into her cookie silently, flipping the page.

She would take a moment to take it all out "I'm sorry math... I've been so busy lately"

She stood there next to Mathius, a Coca Cola in her hand, freezing cold. Her london topaz blue eyes were cold, dull.

"I figured as such. So are you back permanently?"

He nodded to her

She blinked, taking a sip of her soda. She had an M1 Garand strapped around her shoulder. She just stared forward, ramrod straight back.

She took her rifle off her shoulder and put the butt plate to the ground, front handle guard in hand. She took another sip of her soda.

She put the empty soda can down on the table. She looked at Mathius, rifle in hand.

"Mathius, Is she good?"

She looked at Silvera. Her eyes were dull. She tilted her head. She shouldered her rifle.