"The rural Georgia JUMPED RIGHT OUT." Through set teeth, hand scrubbed over his eyes for a beat. Oh okay, have fun with that then. Except not, because petty didn't extend to leaving someone here to die when he could prevent that. But still, he could be dramatic about it for a second.
"Quick question for you; how far do you think that-- admittedly hot-- bravado gets you against radiation poisoning? Because you walk out that door, that's the road you're walking your ass down." Still, he stepped aside in theatrical spite, hand sweeping out. BE MY GUEST! NOT LIKE I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU HERE, HONEY! "Half of them shuffling around in at least a mile in any direction, are giving off enough to wipe you out in a painful few days. Week, tops. But by all means, darlin'." Affected Georgia accent coloured the last few words, eyes widening in frustrated sarcasm.