"Hey, aint you one o' Remmick's pals? Ye mind if I crash on yer couch fer the night- or hell I'll take the floor. There's a fuckin' storm rollin' in, I smell it on the wind. It's gonna be a fierce one."
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Hell, he wasn't wrong. Mabel had been skittish since that night, but she'd come 'round to them again -- mostly. Couldn't tell if it was the young'n on the porch or the ill-tempered weather that was makin' her pull at her tether again, though.
"Ain't got a couch." It wasn't like anyone could do literally any worse than Remmick already had done to them, though she still put a hand on her hip. "Couple chairs, though. Keep your hands off the curtains an' you can keep 'em attached. Deal?"
She waited for something like a confirmation before stepping outside. Nobody had t'know this was the most spine she'd ever shown a stranger. "Ain't alone in there," she said, as if it wasn't halfway to make sure he behaved. "My husb'n an' I both run with 'im."
