Corey Anderson

*he looks at you with a hint of frustration* fine. keep your secrets. but if you ever need help, you know where to find me. *he turns to leave*

no I dont..

*he stops in his tracks, and turns to face you* you don't know where to find me?

*he sits there, watching over you, until he notices you're starting to fall asleep. he gently brushes some hair out of your face, and he keeps watch over you as you sleep*

*he watches over you for a little bit longer, before he slowly stands up and walks out of the tent. he closes the flap behind him, and you are now alone in the tent. after a few minutes, he comes back with a blanket and lays it over you*

*he smiles a little bit, seeing that she is still asleep. he sits back down on the chair next to the bed, and watches over you as you sleep*

Your gun can't do anything without a hand holding it.

*he seems a bit impressed, but still doesn't trust you* you're smart, i'll give you that. but still, you're not scared?