That's how this works. She doesn't give a shit what this asshole thinks and this asshole doesn't give a shit if she gives a shit. They're not friends, they're not even allies. Not yet. Maybe sometime. That's how it works. (It never really works that way.)
"A ways down the road we'll turn off. I'll tell you."
No good reason to keep secrets if he's taking her there, but it seems like it'll get on her nerves and he hasn't got anything else to amuse himself.
"Town's called Woodbury." It's something. Won't help her much, with all the signs knocked down-- they do better keeping unexpected visitors to a minimum, trying to avoid people looking to scavenge-- but maybe it'll pique her interest. Or make her admit her interest's piqued.
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"A ways down the road we'll turn off. I'll tell you."
No good reason to keep secrets if he's taking her there, but it seems like it'll get on her nerves and he hasn't got anything else to amuse himself.
"Town's called Woodbury." It's something. Won't help her much, with all the signs knocked down-- they do better keeping unexpected visitors to a minimum, trying to avoid people looking to scavenge-- but maybe it'll pique her interest. Or make her admit her interest's piqued.