"A knife is really only useful in a kidnapping when you can get close enough to your captors to use it." And around here and back in Atia? That was impossible. She half felt like they allowed her to keep it as a means of tormenting her, just like the necklace she wore around her neck, the ring on the chain that was tucked beneath her toga.
Rose eyes the plate he offers, then him for a moment longer. Reluctance there but perhaps not for the reasons he might expect. Crossbow or no, she wasn't worried about whether she could take him or not. Rose was deadly, with or without her knife but what he offered (without knowing it), was the simplicity of conversation and while most people would be open to it, for Rose that was a far more complicated issue. Every time she got close to somebody in Atia, they were taken away and now here in Pathema? Did she really want to start all that again?
Still, she hadn't eaten and unlike Daryl? Rose had never had to fend for herself. She'd lived on take-out for four years straight. She wasn't going to last very long unless she picked up a skill or three.
Rose's gaze swept the tent once more, reassuring herself that nothing had changed from the last check before moving closer to Daryl, positioning herself so that she still had a good view of her surroundings before taking a strawberry off his plate.
"There was another island like this one. Atia." It was only once she bit into the fruit that she realized just how hungry she was, her tongue snaking out to capture the juices that still clung to her lips before continuing.
"Collars, sex or die, the whole nine yards. It was run by this would be God, also named Atia." Rose all but rolling her eyes at that bit of vanity. "Until one day, she throws a hissy fit and announces we're all going home." She reaches for another piece of fruit, looking at it long and hard, Rose clearly not as trusting of the food as she'd suggested Daryl could be. "So after four years there I think I'm finally going to go back to my life only, I wake up naked on the floor with nothing but this thing to keep me covered."
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Rose eyes the plate he offers, then him for a moment longer. Reluctance there but perhaps not for the reasons he might expect. Crossbow or no, she wasn't worried about whether she could take him or not. Rose was deadly, with or without her knife but what he offered (without knowing it), was the simplicity of conversation and while most people would be open to it, for Rose that was a far more complicated issue. Every time she got close to somebody in Atia, they were taken away and now here in Pathema? Did she really want to start all that again?
Still, she hadn't eaten and unlike Daryl? Rose had never had to fend for herself. She'd lived on take-out for four years straight. She wasn't going to last very long unless she picked up a skill or three.
Rose's gaze swept the tent once more, reassuring herself that nothing had changed from the last check before moving closer to Daryl, positioning herself so that she still had a good view of her surroundings before taking a strawberry off his plate.
"There was another island like this one. Atia." It was only once she bit into the fruit that she realized just how hungry she was, her tongue snaking out to capture the juices that still clung to her lips before continuing.
"Collars, sex or die, the whole nine yards. It was run by this would be God, also named Atia." Rose all but rolling her eyes at that bit of vanity. "Until one day, she throws a hissy fit and announces we're all going home." She reaches for another piece of fruit, looking at it long and hard, Rose clearly not as trusting of the food as she'd suggested Daryl could be. "So after four years there I think I'm finally going to go back to my life only, I wake up naked on the floor with nothing but this thing to keep me covered."