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The right…the [i]right[/i] supplies?! Oh this little fucking-what kind of…no. No no, it’s not even a big deal, she is over reacting… connasse.
Genevieve forces a smile to stretch across her face, not needing to rock the boat anymore. 

“Fine.”
She manages, nodding once to him, but as two larger crew member push past them, she gasps softly, moving out of the way, her eyes a bit wide. You would think she would be used to such fast paced interactions by now, but practically living in a cellar her whole life, her mind feels to slow when connecting with her nerves and muscles to move outta the damned way. 

Either way, she did.
 “Right.”
 She mumbles, looking out to the town as she steps down onto the dock.

 “We need to find a store that has any form of medical supplies.” She says, mainly as a vocal train of thought to herself.