eyes scan over her list of items she was bringing to the stab - a - thon while the ramblings of randy echo somewhere from inside her and dewey's home. her mind is made up, regardless of any horror movie violations she may be committing. the sheriff's department hadn't gotten anywhere and this felt like their best chance to identify the killers. gale wastes no time as she grabs her camera bag off the counter and heads for the door, only stopping at the sound of randy's voice. she lets out a heavy sigh before spinning to face him, her arms crossing.
" randy, i can't let this opportunity slip away. after i set these cameras up, we could actually get somewhere with unmasking these assholes! " gale gestures to the bag hanging from her shoulder. don't get yourself killed. she pauses, tucking a strand of jet black hair behind her ear as she attempts to shrug her shoulders casually. " i won't. " it feels like a waste of breath considering there was no way anyone could guarantee it. " i'm going regardless of what you say. if you don't want to fend for yourself, you can come with me. " there's a brief pause before she jabs a finger in his direction. " but don't even fucking think about touching any of these cameras. "
@horrorules as randy meeks : don't get yourself killed.
