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Personally, I both agree and disagree with your character's speech. But I'll speak for only Irene since she's my character. First, she's kind of rough-and-tumble in general, probably because of what's happened. Speeches like that strike her as insincere, I guess. Then I take into account her history: She's had bad experiences with her parents and after that with her caretakers, and bad experiences in childhood tend to really stick with people.

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This is incredible.

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Irene glanced at the others to gauge their reactions to this guy, to figure out if they too were unsure if he was pulling their chain. He certainly sounded serious, and pretty genuinely insane. Out of instinct, she checked to make sure her knife was on her and relaxed only slightly when she found out it was. She fixed the most recent newcomer with narrowed eyes and a stony expression. The people around her had guns. She was fairly sure they could kick his scrawny ass if he tried anything, so she put her hands on her hips, and raised her voice, which she expected to lose by tomorrow at this rate.
"You want to explore the world? Then get going!" she barked. "No one's stopping you. Go on! Bye! Have fun!"

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Hearing the news sent a chill through Chloe's spine and despite not being religious, she found herself praying that this was unrelated to anything having to do with elementals. It made sense, though, that it would be connected. That well-dressed bastard had probably anticipated they'd be trying to leave the country. Maybe they'd start targeting trains next. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind as she thanked the priest and said sincerely that he'd never have to see them again, then climbed out of the car.

Then she went and made the mistake of looking at Dan. What was up with him? "Uh, yeaaaaah," she responded with clear hesitation. "Are you alright?" She had no idea how to interpret that expression. Or the color of his cheeks.

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These people are going to be like dogs. If I let them in and feed them, they'll come to expect it.
The thought was not a welcome one, but Irene let it pass. She'd kick them out after a day, and if they refused to leave, she supposed she would have to figure out a clever way to murder them in their sleep or something. As necessary as it might become, however, she still didn't find it a pleasant thought to kill people who weren't brain-dead bloodthirsty zombies.

She crossed her arms and scanned the cacti with her eyes. Whoever was hiding in there, in the event that it was yet another person and not an injured animal that would probably go well with butter and salt, they would likely be cut up pretty nicely upon leaving the depths of the natural fence.

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Irene pinched the bridge of her nose. Well this was just great, wasn't it? There was a frustrated grunt from her. How could she say no? It wasn't exactly a tall request because a can opener had been the first thing she'd looked for when she'd moved in, and of course there had been one. Seething a little at the situation in general, she pointed to the gate. "Come in. I've got a can opener and some water. But not much--" that was a lie-- "so don't guzzle it!"

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There was commotion. On her property. Irene felt a vein starting to bulge out of her forehead when she burst out the front door to see two people hanging around outside her hedge of cacti. And hearing the girl's request to stay? Infuriating. Simply infuriating. Did people have no respect? Well...the apocalypse was hardly a time for respect, in their defense. "Put the damn gun away, Hunter," she ordered softly, with something almost like a growl in her voice. She'd already had a run-in with one stranger today and that was enough for her short temper. "We're not an inn!" she shouted.

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Whoa! I've got a lot of catching up!

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"No, I don't trust people," said Irene. "If you're smart, you won't either. Not that I'd be an issue. I could have stuck my knife in your throat while you were flopped down unconscious on my property." She seemed to enter a short period of brainstorming in response to his question. "If you could kill a deer for me, that would be excellent. Otherwise...hmm. I'll have to think on it."

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Rad Dan for president