[i]"I tell you what we're gonna do kid! We're gonna head to the military base to the north west of Atlanta and get us some guns! Hell, maybe even a tank!"[/i] Said the newbie. She never caught his name.

Yahtzee had directed the question to her, and she was moments from answering. Instead, Yahtzee had the unique pleasure of watching cold rage flash across her face. Her brow furrowed, and she exposed her teeth in a snarl.

Snapping a lethal gaze at Sig, Cora raised her cuffed hand as icy tendrils threaded together. A gleaming ice pistol formed in her iron grip, and she fired a round off near his head. It wasn't as loud or strong as a gun made of metal, but she hoped it'd cause some uncomfortable ringing in his ears. Maybe he'd get Tinitus, that bastard. Quick as it formed, Cora dispersed the gun back into thin air. 

[b]"Guns? Pah. My short time slaving at a weapons factory gave me an intimate knowledge of certain guns, among other awful shit; we [i]do not[/i] need their guns. What we need is food. Almost everyone here hasn't eaten in two days, myself included."[/b] Cora said, her voice surprisingly restrained despite the venom in her eyes. Almost on cue, her stomach gave a lamenting growl. Cora ignored it. 

She glanced at Will and Phil. [b]"Tell me what city you chose. We need to go."[/b]

[b]"Earth Hygron, whatever your name is,"[/b] Cora appraised him again with ice-gray eyes. Her frustration had boiled off, now she just looked tired. Well, tired and starved. [b]"You have a choice, as we all do. You can come with us, or walk the day-or-so journey to the furthest military camp on the map on your own."[/b]

[b]"Just so I can prove my point,"[/b] She presented this question to everyone listening. [b]"Does anyone want to travel with the Earth Hygron to the camp by Dalton?"[/b]