Piper stepped away from Chris to frown at Carver. It didn't quite hit her right away, and she mused, "Carver and Cutter. You related?" Though after a few moments, the weight of the news started to her. Her eyebrows knitted together and the nauseated feeling in her stomach rose. Luckily, she tended to skip out on anything the average person would call a breakfast, so she was left with a dazed, sick feeling. Sure, to the locals, Cutter was the town drunken idiot. But Piper was always one to disapprove of the gossip, but even she could never bring herself to actually stand up for the guy. She didn't want to be lumped together with him--though she found herself teetering a little closer to that edge everyday. 

"Let me come with you," she demanded, turning fully to Carver now. She surprised herself and she felt her throat tighten, but this felt like the right decision. The sun suddenly seemed too bright on this dim day. Her fists were clenched to keep herself from shaking, her mind falling back to the nightmare she woke from that morning. She wanted answers about her childhood; and for the first time in her life, her gut was shoving her in the right path. Or maybe it was the alcohol. 

Realizing, though, they didn't have much reason to bring along some second rate mechanic with a bad attitude, she pursed her lips for a moment. "I--.. I can keep an eye on the car," she said, demeanor changing as she tapped at the hood of car and turned her attention back to its owner. "It's a piece of shit car, ya see. It should make it home but I better make sure it's not gonna fall apart on you." 

[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@RedXCross]