[hr][hr][center][h1][color=crimson][b]Thalia Carmichael[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=dc143c][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	[color=dc143c]"Football, yeah..."[/color] mused Thalia, not really giving her two truckmates her full attention. In lieu of this, her eyes kept scanning the area around them, making note of concentrations of Zeds and hoping to catch a glimpse of street signs. Still, she wanted to maintain something akin to a running conversation with these people. People who were talking were more relaxed. Signs about their intentions could be gleaned from changes in vocal stresses and volume. She wasn't a trained psychologist by any stretch of the imagination, granted. She [i]was[/i] a person with a mean hook, right and left, who had a long standing history of pissing people off. Like in boxing, some people just tended to telegraph their intentions. So she kept up a little small talk. 

	[color=dc143c]"Yah, Georgia. I keep forgetting. You guys are all about football down here. At least we're not in Alabama. Those guys..."[/color] She shuddered slightly, remembering her limited experience with 'Bama fans. She shrugged off the memory and instead tried to focus on the here and now. Thalia glanced back at Alexander, noting his hesitance with the bugout map. It wasn't exactly a GPS where she could punch in an address and get directions spa back at her, but she wasn't entirely helpless so long as she had a major road and/or landmark to work with. [color=dc143c]"Hey, you want me to take a look at that?"[/color]