"Whatcha poutin' for."

His words hang in the air, in their place, along with stench of a running engine that gets quickly shut off and the scent of sycamore trees that surround the area.

You shrug, leant against the light blue truck, staring at the grass up ahead. Brows slightly furrowed, arms crossed, the pout not budging. Shane scoffs at your silence, but doesn't remark on it, continuing to load out the supplies brought in from town into his arms. Supplies that he procured from the run that he's just come back from with.. Andrea.

Andrea's.. not bad. Pretty lady in her late twenties, with blonde hair and blue eyes and strong cheekbones. A little kooky from what she's lost; that's fine, we've all been through that. But you're afraid of the threat she poses to what you and Shane have. She's been talking to him a lot. That's alright, Shane talks to everyone. That's what he does, he's there for the whole group, and does his damnedest to protect them, and has been since this all went down; that was his nature as a former cop.

But she's been getting too close to him for your comfort, and the look she shoots you when you're near him is like she'd kill to take your place. Like she'd pounce on him and make Shane hers the second you look away.

Shanes sighs, and rubs his head with a free hand.

".. a'ight, you talk to me about whatever the hell yer mad about when yer done acting like a child, yeah?" he scoffs again, and turns to head off towards the house, bags slung over his shoulder.