[Max hears what she can only describe as the correct response to this whole game. She looks over to her left, examining the girl that the expletives just spewed from. And what a girl- armed from head to toe, it looks like. Max's taser feels completely insufficient by comparison.
Not that she minds. She hates guns.
...Though that might end up getting her into trouble this time.]
Hey. You're Clem, right?
[Some of Max's friends have told her about Clem, and from the stories she sounds like a great person. The sentiment she just expressed (and the accompanying vulgarities) does nothing diminish that impression.]
Initial
Not that she minds. She hates guns.
...Though that might end up getting her into trouble this time.]
Hey. You're Clem, right?
[Some of Max's friends have told her about Clem, and from the stories she sounds like a great person. The sentiment she just expressed (and the accompanying vulgarities) does nothing diminish that impression.]