She frowned at Nemesis for a moment, but propped her hands up on her hips with a nonchalant shrug, like she'd meant to do that in the first place. "I figured the
dang girl you're looking good was implied by the fact that I sought you out in the first place," she said, rolling her eyes. Oh, right, this is why she cut ties with so many of the Blood Moon. But Nemesis was a fierce fighter and she had terrifying magic; if anyone would add needed firepower, Nem would be Gunn's first choice.
"That's kind of disappointing to hear," she said. "I'm not as much of a shithead as I used to be, in my own personal opinion. I'm running a low- or no-cost housing thing for people on our side who don't do s**t and I teach combat basics on the weekends, so, like, what're you doing to be able to condescend to me about that sort of s**t, princess?"
And that, she thought a moment after it left her mouth, was why she was not suited to be a leader. Sassing Nem was not going to help. Neither was calling her names, or pointing out that she'd left before Gunn and come back after. "Sorry," she said. "Bit of a high-stress time lately. I have two recently purified negaversers, one of whom has PTSD and the other really belongs in a mental hospital because she doesn't remember you can't microwave tin foil or what stop signs mean. What brings you back around?"
