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This is Rosita. I'll hit you back when I can.

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Yes. Incredibly.

This bug has crawled three feet in the last two hours and I'm on the edge of my seat to see which direction he goes next.

Edited Date: 2023-12-07 11:50 pm (UTC)

Well, crap... I can't take you away from that.

Please don't. There's nothing more important in my life right now, certainly not whatever you have in mind.

Are you sure I can't entice you out? Tequila in my room, or a walk in the Enclosure?

Hold on, let me ask.

Hey Clark - you good here if I step away for a while? You sure?

He's sure. Guess I'm all yours.

[Laughing] Great I'm on my way to pick you up.

[A few seconds later he's knocking on her door. He was maybe walking there the whole time.]

"Such a gentleman."

She spends quite a lot of her time either in Jesus's cabin or her own. She wasn't exactly watching a bug crawl across the floor but she was pulling apart an old radio she had in her bedroom when it was brought over.

Now she's shrugging on a jacket and meeting him at the door.

"Careful, you'll give me a drinking problem."

"Did you know this is a prison with two bars? The inmates made their own speakeasy." And then everyone seems to have their own stash, just in case.

"Does that mean you want booze more than hunting walkers?"

"You're not supposed to know about the speakeasy, Warden," she comments drily. Of course she's found it already.

"Walkers first. Then booze."

He leads them up to the Enclosure. "We're all just lucky the Admiral keeps us from developing liver disease."

"Are we?" she asks, but she's distracted as soon as they move out of the cabin, still moving through the Barge hallways like it's enemy territory.

"At least there used to be some consequences."

"Most consequences for things are removed here." He moves easier than she does but he's never stopped watching the corners, he's never gone unarmed.

He programs in the forest again and lets Rosita walk in first. "Have you met anyone new?"

"Everyone's new."

The changeover is less pronounced this time than it was before, but still present: she feels more comfortable here, in ways she can't replicate or explain if she was asked.

She breathes, looking around, and pulls the knife he gave her from her boot.

"There's a guy that follows me around sometimes. Doesn't want me to stab anyone."

"You mean besides me?" he teases. He has a more liberal stance on stabbing than most people here, but still. "What guy is it?"

"Richter," she answers, mimicking the way he'd said it himself, "Of house Belmont."

Fucking cheeky youngster. She has a grudging appreciation for him though, for how responsive he's willing to be when she tells him to back off. Physically anyway.

"He's alright. Said he's new, too."

"He must be, I haven't met him yet. I know a Trevor Belmont though." What are the chances it's just a popular name?

"I'm assuming he's a warden if he's shadowing you to protect people." He breaks off to stab a walker and comes back to her.

"I tried to take his sword," she admits, shrugging.

"When I still thought all this was the Saviors."

"Tried?" He glances at her. "He must be pretty good if you didn't get it away from him."

He's seen Rosita fight. More in recent years than during the war when everything was done with guns, sure, but still, he knows what she's capable of.

"He is," she admits. "Once he had hold of me he didn't try very hard to hurt me, so I just focused on getting away."

She can hurt people - really hurt them - but she prefers an ambush style attack and run.

Jesus is discovering that a very, very quick way to earn his approval is to be nice to Rosita. Richter gets an automatic pass.

"Have you talked to him or was it all sword related?"

"He tried to talk to me some," she admits.

"I wasn't really interested at the time." She was also crammed behind a bench on the deck but that's neither here nor there just now. "I didn't even tell him my name."

Edited Date: 2023-12-08 02:12 am (UTC)

He doesn't blame her for that. It's a miracle she didn't end up in more trouble that first day, to be honest. He's proud of her self-control.

"You haven't talked to him since then?"

She shakes her head.

"He showed me where the dining hall was. I haven't been -" She tips her head side to side, considering, and then takes advantage of a walker lurching too close to them to stall.

"I just don't want to talk to people."

"I can't say I blame you. I mean we have to, the ship... it's going to compel us to either way. But I need a break from people." Rosita isn't 'people' the way they all are. She's one of his people.

"People around here don't seem to need the ship to compel them."

It's why she's taken to isolating in the cabins. Not that people in Alexandria never talk to each other but she knows who they are, she knows what they want.

"I thought you liked people."