greaseveined:
a low groan spilled from her lips as she heard the older females voice chime from the doorway, not bothering to look up from the radio she’s working on to try to get the range to go past the rubble. ❛ you’re not my boss, becca. like i told everybody else, i’m fine. now let me do my damn job. ❜
‘ you’re right –– i’m NOT your boss. but i do have eyes and i can see that the person before me needs to sit down. because we have YEARS to spend in this bunker and pushing yourself too far now will only bite you in the ass when we can get out. ‘ pulling up a matching stool to perch herself beside raven , the brunette lifted her brow. ‘ and i don’t know about you , but i would rather be able to ENJOY the new earth and walk around versus being too sore and have done far too much damage to it by overexertion down here. ‘
