At first it was nice, everything was going to plan. Jorel had obeyed her order to help get the girl inside, and Sam had grabbed onto the girl to help do so after pocketing her switchblade once more. Of course they barely got five steps before that nice little plan was interrupted but a slightly wild-eyed Brooklyn cutting them off, insistent on checking the girl over. Outside. Surrounded by snow.

[color=SkyBlue]”Y’know this would’ve been easier on everyone to do inside, right?”[/color] The tattoo artist drawled, holding the mysterious girl’s [i]soaking[/i] legs awkwardly as the other woman checked her over. It didn’t seem that Brooklyn was paying any attention to Sam whatsoever. Rude.

It took a few minutes of shuffling before Brook’ deemed the girl fit for the inside of their home, and oh so politely held the door open for them. Sam helped put the girl down on the floor before pulling her now wet gloves off with a disgusted noise emerging from the back of her throat.

[color=Skyblue]”And I was [i]joking[/i] about losing my other fingers to frostbite!”[/color] Even with the quip though the blonde accepted the tossed rope, only to quirk what was once upon a time a perfectly groomed eyebrow at Jorel. [color=Skyblue]”Eh, Brook did just check her, only the arms should be – oh, wait, never mind, I’ve always wanted to do this to someone!”[/color]

Dropping the rope at her side Sam reached out and undid the girl’s hiking boots, starting to tie the laces together.

Of course she couldn’t even finish before being interrupted. [i]Again.[/i] This time it was much more harsh as Mr. Sullivan all but body checked her and Jorel away from the girl, ending up with Sam on her ass staring up at him. She did not like this position.

[color=Skyblue]”Dude, relax,”[/color] Once more that familiar lazy, relaxed drawl emerged from Sam’s mouth, though her sharp eyes were focused on Leo’s broad hand resting on his pistol. The weight of her own suddenly seemed heavier where it was resting, hidden, inside the waistband of her pants. At the moment she didn’t like her chances, but...

...

Haha, that crazy bastard Conrad was always good for a laugh. Snorting out loud Sam gave the son of a bitch a thumbs up as she finally felt safe enough to stand, hooking a thumb into her jeans – close to her own pistol. It would be so [i]easy[/i]. 

Ah, but that was crazy talk. Sam wasn’t crazy. Just cold. Actually, that reminded her...

[color=SkyBlue]”Alright boys, play nice,”[/color] She finally commented, giving a slight shrug. [color=SkyBlue]”The way I see it, if we don’t do something about the girl’s wet clothes then if she’s bit or not won’t be a problem either way. Leo, if you feel [i]that[/i] strongly over it – duct tape over the mouth? At least while me and Brook’ change her clothes. That way she ain’t bound and won’t panic but we don’t gotta worry about being caught off guard. All it takes is once accident before [i]everyone[/i] is in danger.”[/color]

Seriously, what was it with people named Leo causing problems in her life?