I don't trust nobody
"This is very true. There's not really a reason for me to learn." Maeve puts her hands on her hips, head cocking to the side as she looks over the rowboat. It's definitely wanting. She climbs into the boat, sitting down next to him with a sigh. Maeve digs into her bag, pulling out a canteen and offering it to him. "That would be preferable, but I've not had the best of luck lately if I'm being honest." Between what happened with Rigby, the thing with Locke, and now this? She was considering herself pretty unlucky.
"So.. if the boat doesn't work we'll walk?" She's a bit at a loss of what to talk about besides their situation. It was the most pressing after all. Maeve glances over at him, giving herself a moment to study his features. He's handsome. If not a bit rough around the edges. A hard LongNight will do that to people. "So what were you doing in Torchline or is that some secret?" She teases, bumping his shoulder with hers as she takes the cateen back, sipping from it slowly.
"So.. if the boat doesn't work we'll walk?" She's a bit at a loss of what to talk about besides their situation. It was the most pressing after all. Maeve glances over at him, giving herself a moment to study his features. He's handsome. If not a bit rough around the edges. A hard LongNight will do that to people. "So what were you doing in Torchline or is that some secret?" She teases, bumping his shoulder with hers as she takes the cateen back, sipping from it slowly.
and nobody trusts me
Maeve
