Daily looked at Fruitcup as he asked if she could repeat herself. [b]”No sweetie. Talking time is over, put your head down,”[/b] she mocked, rolling her eyes before noticing Beau at the center of their little group. Ah good, the elder of the group bringing everyone together in organized fashion. How quaint. Well she’d play along… if for no other reason than Grandpa Beau was kind of cute. Oh and he could emit emotions? How lovely. Maybe he could lull the ETs into passivity while she sliced ‘em up. 

[i]What the fuck just happened?[/i] [b]”Hey asshole, there’s a lady present,”[/b] she snapped, a sassy smirk on her lips. She hadn’t meant to interrupt him, it was just an impulse phrase she’d come to start saying a long time ago to lighten moods, including her own. So, Beau and emotions, Todd and martial arts. Alex, who just added more questions instead of saying what his powers were. 

[b]”I have powers,”[/b] Daily said, raising a hand, eyes just slightly glazed. [b]”The drunker I get, the better I get at fighting… particularly defensively. Not that anyone believes me til I show them, but it’s cool, it’s cool,”[/b] she stretched, looking bored. [b]”Oh, and if you get cut up, I’’ll probably spit on you if I like you,”[/b] she shrugged. [b]”My spit works like an antibiotic,”[/b] she explained further, while pulling out her pistol again and a machete she used for building shelter. [b]”Weapons,”[/b] she said, to the point, before putting them back. [b]”And I know nothing about who sent these. I know a lot of rebel fighters, but none of them ever mentioned any of you, so I doubt it was anyone I know too personally either,”[/b] she said seriously, a small frown on her face.