Celia narrows her eyes, “you wanna say that to my face again?!” She’s obviously not in the mood for your sarcasm. She combed through her hair with her hand, laughing near-hysterically.

“We’re so fucked. If… if they find out we ran him over… fuck. The one guy we were supposed to protect and we ended up killing him?”

“Unless… unless… you killed him… yeah..” she points her gun at you, then has second thoughts. “Fuck!” She hisses, holstering her gun.