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[fiteclub]

[For those of you still wondering what those fancy hand mirrors were for, well, it looks like there's no need to wonder that much longer.]

A mirror will let me see... Mon, what's that even supposed to mean?

[The comment itself is half muttered, not quite fully voiced aloud, but still readily audible as the visuals change, swerving from half tilted to the sky before it is aimed in the direction of the face of a black teenager, who upon getting a look at herself immediately tries to carefully comb a few leaves and twigs out of the curling mass of hair held off her shoulders in a ponytail, before giving up.]

I guess it'll come in use later.

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[dirtyredneck]

Nope. Still workin' out if I fell and hit my head and'm seein' things or not. Things keep workin' like dream logic so it's hard ta tell.

You gonna find yer way here pretty fast, though, long as you keep wanderin' a bit with no real direction in mind.

[fiteclub]

Well, treating everything with dream logic probably won't hurt. [No expectations versus high expectations, really.]

That's what I'm guessing, from what I've heard from other people. Guess whatever's brought us here really wants to keep us close.

I'm Anita.

[dirtyredneck]

[There's a long moment of silent hesitation before he finally answers, not sure if it's really worth giving his name if he's just going to wake up from this in a few hours.]

Daryl.

You know how to kill something if you need to?

[fiteclub]

[If she was a different person, maybe she'd have to take a longer time before answering that one.]

I grew up in the bayou.

If I have to, I'm prepared.

[As it is, Anita definitely has no problem with killing animals if necessary.]

[dirtyredneck]

Yeah? How many people you killed?

[It sounds a little offhand but asking how many walkers first doesn't really work in this situation. Have to go straight to the murder.]

[fiteclub]

[Anita really wishes he didn't ask that question, but, depending on what they encounter in the future, she can see the value in asking it. It doesn't mean she's going to want to answer.]

If we find ourselves in a situation where we need to, I'll do what I have to.

[It's hedging in both ways.]

[dirtyredneck]

Weren't what I asked.

[He said it in a tone that said he wasn't going to press further, but he recognized her attempt to dodge the question.]

Got any weapons on ya? Something you can hunt with? Seems most of us weren't dragged here with much that's useful.

[fiteclub]

Do swords count as useful? [Because as least she has that, still.]

I'm not sure how handy they'll be for hunting, though.

[dirtyredneck]

Sure as fuck do. And they're better than nothing. If you can be quiet enough to get close to something and slice it's head off, you'll do okay on the hunting thing.

[fiteclub]

I guess I get to find out how quiet I can be to a wild animal.

[People are one thing. Critters are another.]