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" Well, " she sniffs against the cold, " maybe because you're not like any other bastard that calls himself a gentleman. " It's more of a gentle poke to his side than anything but her expression says otherwise. Jacob is certainly one of a kind and Sokanon finds herself getting along despite not knowing him very well. Europeans often run to America looking for a better life but only find trouble, outlaws, and corrupt governments. Not that she believes Jacob is the kind, no, he's just confusing. As well as resisting her feelings turning on the romantic recently. Sitting crossed legged in the grass as she cleans her rifle, a thick blanket is wrapped around her shoulders, their campfire illuminating the best it can with the sun now setting, and the moon bright, clear indication of the chill that took hold of the Heartlands. She risks a glance towards him, running a hand through her hair with a tiring exhale, " I bet some people feel that way, Jacob, you're quite the charmer. "