"Roads go ever on and on..." Patricia McFarland sang quietly to herself, making up some of the words and half remembering others though she couldn't recall where the song was from
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Cable had never been great with children. When they were old enough to fight he could serve as their teacher but to the prepubescents he was, if anything, only a protector and while he cherished such a role, it still didn't teach him how to speak with them.
Still, he'd stumbled upon the girl and her tent and it was only right to give her a smile in response.
"I don't see why it wouldn't be. You're not hiding from the law, are you?"
Her smile became a little more uncertain. "The law? Whatta you mean?" she asked. She kept forgetting that people mostly did what they wanted around here. Even kids. "I guess not..."
"If you don't know for sure than I doubt you have a problem," Cable replied calmly.
"What's your name?" he added in the least threatening tone he could manage. It wasn't very successful.
It would have been quite something to pull of though, given that he was not only a stranger, but nearly seven foot tall, built like a rugby player and had both a gun and a metal arm and, to be fair, he didn't really have a lot of practice at trying it.
"I'm, uh, Trisha. Patricia McFarland I mean," she said warily. She put down the book, A Field Guide of Edible Plants and scooted to her knees. The few wasn't much better and she still craned up to see the impressively tall and imposing man. She swallowed audibly.
She got bravely to her feet and held her hand out to the big man, standing her ground despite his looming presence. He was trying to be friendly, and she had the problem. "You're really tall," she blurted after a moment.
She looked at him, sort of dumbstruck for a moment. The look on her face said she knew it was something of a joke but that she wasn't sure what to do with it. After a minute though, her face spread into a small smile and she said, "Kinda like Popeye..."
The smile stretched wider. "I guess they don't have cans of spinach here either, huh?" she said. "You didn't really get so big from eating vegetables," she commented, wrinkling her nose.
She shook her head vehemently. "I wasn't! I was just trying it out," Trisha protested. "All this stuff kinda showed up for me, and I wanted to see if I could set it up," she explained.
"I don't like guns," she said immediately. She wasn't trying to be contrary and she even knew a lot of soldiers, but she was a small person in a big world and guns were some of the scary stuff, but not the scariest. Not by far. There'd been a gunshot just before she'd come here, but that hadn't been as scary as the thing she'd been facing. Her eyes dipped to the gun at his belt and then traveled back up to his face. "What do you need a gun for?"
Still, he'd stumbled upon the girl and her tent and it was only right to give her a smile in response.
"I don't see why it wouldn't be. You're not hiding from the law, are you?"
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"What's your name?" he added in the least threatening tone he could manage. It wasn't very successful.
It would have been quite something to pull of though, given that he was not only a stranger, but nearly seven foot tall, built like a rugby player and had both a gun and a metal arm and, to be fair, he didn't really have a lot of practice at trying it.
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"That's right, Trisha," he replied. "Only without the tattoos."
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There was no judgment or scolding in his voice, he was just honestly curious.
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"Useful gift. I got guns."
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She paused, getting that wary look on her face again. "Guns, mister?"
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