Jess: "THMs?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. (She lives on the street and so has no idea what they are. :3)
Jess: "Nah, haven't seen any yet," she says. She bites down on her lower lip, looking around uncertainly. "Have you seen any?"
Jess: She nods, glancing at him whilst feeding a little grass to the horse. "Makes me kinda want to see one," the girl said, wondering what the THMs were like. She then shrugged, deciding that wasn't exactly the best idea..
Jess: "It's Jess... What's yours?" She asks, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve for a few moments. She often doesn't look at the person who she's speaking too; there isn't really a reason why though, just easily distracted.
Hazel: -looks at Patrick- "be nice she's nervous." -gets off the horse less gracefully, stumbling slightly- "why are you in a mood, you said we should make friends."
Jess: "Nice to meet you too," she says, slightly uncertainly as she then looks at Patrick, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Acid tipped crossbow?" She quotes, raising an eyebrow, debating whether or not to run.
Patrick: Fine -grunts and takes out my crossbow and aims at a nearby broken down car, shoots the crossbow and the arrow smacks right into the door. A few seconds later a hissing noise begins and the whole car door disintegrates- see
Jess: "Um, cool?" She says, looking at where the door had been as her eyes widen. Jess winced and took a step back.
Hazel: "Don't worry, he's not mean enough to use it on anyone. His patience is wearing thin with the THMs."