[ A nod, she takes the bottle. One sip and she swishes it around, spits. Her gun's tucked in her pocket and she moving away from him– walking and drinking, that's what he'd wanted.
Elena's not paying much attention, moving forward with a gulp, downing the water. ]
How- how much further?
[ Because her arm is fucked, it's numb, she can't feel it at all and Elena doesn't want to say anything in case it worries him more. The water is handed back, her gun in her hand again. ]
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Elena's not paying much attention, moving forward with a gulp, downing the water. ]
How- how much further?
[ Because her arm is fucked, it's numb, she can't feel it at all and Elena doesn't want to say anything in case it worries him more. The water is handed back, her gun in her hand again. ]