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The passenger's side floor was littered with discard. In under a day, Judith had covered it with bullets, wadded clothing, and the like. If Callie wasn't inclined to resting her feet on the dash or seat, she'd be temporarily occupied. It was evident that Judith wasn't about to address her clutter. Though such disregard was an act of laziness, in a passing thought she considered the mess and opportunity to busy Callie's hands. A potential distraction, and excuse.
As the car was pulled to the shoulder, Judith readied to climb over the console and take her new seat. "I never said I wanted to drive." she absently corrected. "I asked if you wanted me to drive. But the result's all the same. As long as we're moving, I ain't got no problem. Now move y'r ass. I've people to piss-off with my slow-ass driving." though her words were no more delicate than usual, her tone lacked threat and vitriol. Order softened to suggestion with a weary, somnolent cadence.
"You might want to load that gun I tossed you as well." Judith added in after thought. With the time and bullets at hand, she figured it was the best Callie could do if she wasn't interested in eating.
As the car was pulled to the shoulder, Judith readied to climb over the console and take her new seat. "I never said I wanted to drive." she absently corrected. "I asked if you wanted me to drive. But the result's all the same. As long as we're moving, I ain't got no problem. Now move y'r ass. I've people to piss-off with my slow-ass driving." though her words were no more delicate than usual, her tone lacked threat and vitriol. Order softened to suggestion with a weary, somnolent cadence.
"You might want to load that gun I tossed you as well." Judith added in after thought. With the time and bullets at hand, she figured it was the best Callie could do if she wasn't interested in eating.