Even with Ruby's inherent tininess, there was only so long you could keep up a hug with someone who wanted no part of it short of throwing them to the floor and engaging in a full on wrestling match anyway, so Yang reluctantly disentangled and backed off after a moment with a ludic, if sheepish, laugh that was mired only slightly by her present teary state.
"Toldja you should've held off on the soda til we found a bathroom!~ But okay, okay, I can take a hint. I'll keep my hands off the goods. Sorry, it's just..."
She trailed off for a moment, wiping at her eyes using one sleeve and sniffling once or twice as she tried not to be
too embarrassing while she looked at Ruby with an expression not too far away from the one a parent might have at their kid's graduation ceremony, barring a few situational differences. It was easier to see now that they were indoors and out of harm's way, but Yang was tired, bruised, battered and grimy; her pale complexion sporting a couple of dark circles underneath the eyes and rounded cheeks already bearing their share of cuts, welts and marks after just a few days on the road. Even her hair, aka the crown jewel, was left looking frazzled and unkempt, the constant sun and lack of working showers along the I-80 having taken their toll on the normally-radiant blonde locks.
And for all that... it didn't change a thing. Past the cuts, and the bruises, and the dirt and sweat and exhaustion, there lay the same beaming face and soft purple eyes people who knew Yang came to expect, as vibrant and resilient as ever. The end of the world could kick her around all it wanted. It was never gonna change who she was.
"I'm just so proud to be your sister."
Logan's arrival snapped her from her sudden onset of stress-triggered fluffiness; maybe for the best, in retrospect. She broke her gaze from Ruby, draping an arm over her shoulder lightly in lieu of any sort of hug as she flicked him a friendly wave with her other hand, happy to see he was okay. Not that she expected anything else. "I think we're okay, master L. Thanks. Don't worry, we can handle ourselves, but if we do need anything I know who to call!" Some of her usual optimistic cheer crept back into her tone, though it was replaced by a blink and cock of the head at the piece of info he divulged.
"Yikes, no kidding. I kinda figured he was just some nutjob. Nooooooooot really sure which is worse."
She squinted, weighing the pros and cons of both and how they related to zombies in her head for a few seconds.
"... Anyways, I'll keep an eye on him. Appreciate the heads up."
There he was.
When the Swede stepped out into the main room, Yang's features fell so sharply and begrudgingly it bordered on whiplash. Just seeing him again started building up the tension in her shoulders, and if she felt any sympathy for the older man's condition it was so blanketed by the sheer
rage over what he almost did to Ruby that it was insignificant. Bandages or no bandages, this creep almost ruined her entire
life. She wasn't gonna let that go.
"Ruby, go pee."
She nodded in the direction of the now-unoccupied restroom before moving away, attention too focused on Gundersen to pay much heed to the wall writings as she stomped past them. Had she so much as glimpsed one message in particular, it might've changed
everything, filled her with the kind of hope and spirit normally reserved for dreams, even if it
was a longshot. As it was, though, she strode up to the Swede without fear of the gun he held, stopping just a few feet away and burning a pair of holes in his head with the sheer intensity of the glare she leveled him with, fists clenched at her side. It took everything she had not to lunge for him right then and there, but she wanted answers first.
"Why."
That was all she said for a moment, eyes narrowing in thinly disguised fury.
"Do you even know how much she risked for you? Do you not get that? She's the only reason you still have a face to put bandages on. She's the only reason you're still alive! SHE RISKED EVERYTHING FOR YOU AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW YOUR GODDAMN NAME, AND YOU ALMOST KILLED HER!"
It didn't take long for her emotions to come completely unbridled and cascade into full-on shouting, tears of sheer, hot anger welling up at the corners of her eyes as she took a step forward and thrust a quivering finger at him.
"SO TELL ME WHY, AND THEN TELL ME WHY I SHOULDN'T DRAG YOU OUT ONTO THE STREETS AND LEAVE YOU FOR THOSE THINGS TO SNACK ON! WHO KNOWS, MAYBE THEY'RE HUNGRY ENOUGH TO EAT TRASH?"
She was making more noise and causing a much bigger stir than she honestly even meant to when she came over here, but anyone who knew Yang knew her temper was like an avalanche when it was set off. Abrupt to trigger... and impossible to stop.
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