Isn't Merle a girl's name? Don't say it, don't fucking say it. She bites her lip, and is grateful she's under the car where he can't see her do it. For some reason, it feels like a weakness. No, she's sure it'd be taken like one.

It's with that newfound freedom that she rolls her eyes at the word gentleman. "That's a word for it." Careful, now. But if she just rolls over and acts like the good little girl who never fights back, it's spitting on everything she's lived for up until now. She decides she has to walk the line between getting killed and feeling like she's dead anyway.

"My daddy was a mechanic," she says instead. She doesn't mind the conversation, it's better than how Matt used to kick her legs. "One of my brothers, too. He mostly taught me."