The mention of his wet clothing made her suddenly aware of hers, but she wasn’t about to strip down in the cold. No, she would have to figure something else out. After he had removed his shirt, her eyebrows raised as she examined the man before her. He was fit, which wasn’t uncommon these days; most did not have the luxury of indulging in large amounts of food. Scarred as well, an obvious sign of those who leave their bands quite frequently – whether for business or pleasure. But her eyes shot back down to the ground as he began to answer her question.

“Ah, the Bible thumpers,” she nodded as he explained Omega to her, and as he finished, a smirk took over her face as her gaze landed on him once again. “Well, I work hard. I dunno about all of the religious shit though. I don’t really know what to believe in anymore,” she added, trailing off as her eyes scanned the room. After standing up, she made her way to a metal set of cabinets in the opposite corner and she crouched down to look through them. “Aha!” she nearly whispered as she took out a folded fire blanket. It wouldn’t necessarily be comfortable, but it would be much better than her dripping jeans and t shirt. She laid back down on the cot and covered herself with the blanket while she struggled to remove the jeans and shirt, ultimately flinging them a few feet. She did her best to wrap herself, only the straps from her sports bra wrapped around her shoulders showing. Her shivering subsided, and her attention was given back to Justin as he asked her about Maryland.

“It was beautiful,” she spoke quietly, blinking slowly as fatigue was creeping up on her. “We were by the the Chesapeake. Lots of water. Lots of green. We were small, only a few hundred. People came and went back in the day, but a year ago they put a strict ban on letting people in or out. An incident happened with a woman out in the woods and they got all spooked.” She cleared her sore throat before continuing. “Men were in control, of course. Most didn’t like me because I wasn’t docile. I enjoyed training and fighting, they’d even let me go out on hunts before they put out the ban. Bastards.” Her voice had risen a little with the last word, but she chuckled soon after. “They never let me hold the guns though, so thanks,” she smirked. “We weren’t really religious. The older ones, of course, went on about it constantly, but the newer generation was all about survival. The man’s duty was to teach the next generation of boys how to hunt, kill, build. They basically looked at the women as breeders, the homemakers, the healers. All the boring shit,” she chuckled.

At the end of her last sentence, a large yawn erupted from the woman as she wiggled her body to a comfortable position. The fire blanket was scratchy, but she’d be an idiot for complaining. It was warm. She was warm[i]-ish[/i]. “Thank you,” she said calmly, “for helping me. Really, I appreciate it.” She nodded to reassure what she said before closing her eyes. Sleep was beckoning to her, and she had no choice but to succumb to it. An eye popped open quickly to make sure the box was close by before she finally drifted off to sleep.