
LIPS PURSE IN distaste. the whole ordeal is out of her comfort zone - she wasn’t cut out for this life. not the bloodshed, not the constant turnover of people around her when they die, when her brother or the man currently needling her sink their teeth into someone new. but kate’s learning. always learning. arms cross over her chest, defensive. ‘ i DON’T KNOW, tanner, ’ kate informs him dryly - she leans back, head tilted. green gaze trails outside the window of the crappy r.v. her daddy bought. desert-countryside rolls past, she’s not sure if it’s texan or mexican or something else in between. ‘ but there’s GOTTA be another way. ’