"Oh gee, thanks," Naomi bit back sarcastically, "It's also a great idea to insult the one holding the gun here." She sighed, hands reaching into her pocket for a toothpick. Her pack was there, luckily, but she definitely would need to refill her supplies soon. Oh well, it didn't matter much right now, toothpicks of all things should probably be the least of her worries. Flicking a toothpick into her mouth, she shrugged, "But it's not like I would shoot you now. I don't exactly like killing without a good reason." The toothpick in her mouth bobbed as she spoke, though she had developed the skill to not let it hinder her speech. After making a habit of having it stick out of her mouth all the time, it felt natural to be chewing on one again. Probably not a good habit at all, but it was hard to break out of it once you got into the swing of things. Naomi glanced at the bandana covering her wound, "Probably not as bad as yours. I'm hurt, sure, but I can move my arm alright. Well enough to hold a rifle." Sure, maybe there was a slight sting when she moved it around, but it was nothing really. She had handled worse, and besides, she wasn't going to wimp out and claim it incapitated her. 

Naomi glanced up at him as he spoke of the nearby towns. "I get that these towns aren't exactly ideal," she replied, crossing her arms, "But it's not like we really have much of a choice or anything. We're stuck in this kind of situation right now, and it's our best bet." Of course she was against the whole thing where they claimed they were superior, but it was probably their only option. Grin and bare it. Or something like that right? She held a few grudges, being raised in a poorer class meant lots of others picked on you as a kid, but she knew it was a desperate situation. "I mean, I got some problems as well, but... Beggars can't be choosers. Or, something like that right? I can't really remember that saying too well."

He had bowed, and she let out a snort. She was never good at being lady-like and all that garbage. "Why thank you, my dear sir." she replied in a similarly playful manner. Naomi linked her arm with his, probably against his will, and grinned. "And now the, shall we be off? I do quite think I saw a nice little half-destroyed house that seemed like an ever so lovely place to rest these weary bones."