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[How did she end up stuck with this guy, again? She doesn't remember, but she's sure it had to have been SOMETHING stupid.
He's been nothing but annoying this entire time, and the only thing keeping her from leaving him behind is the small shred of morals she has left that's telling her he'd die by himself.

She ends up flinching a bit when that compass is shoved her way but ends up snatching it in her jack to take from him, keeping her hands buried in her pockets.
It, uh. It sure is going pretty haywire... even when held away from her traveling companion.
In fact, she's gonna go ahead and stretch her jack out - holding it out one way, lifting it up above them, doing everything she can, but nah. Something's throwing it off something awful.]

Is blowing things up your only solution? I'm pretty sure that'd just get us into an even bigger mess... But, look -
If the compass isn't working, we'll just have to try something else out. [And it is most definitely not working. ... Though she's gonna bring it back and pocket it, just in case.

Give her a second, though, she'll think of something.]

... We could probably use the sun's position and the shadows it's casting to figure out which way is north, right?
It's setting right now, so it should be over in the west.

Ain't always the solution, just usually the best and most explody solution. Iiiin... most situations anyway. [probably not this one. There's a small peel of laughter to punctuate this completely correct and normal opinion.]

Hey yeah! Roight! So if that's west then north should beeeee.....

[he turns in place, the movement somewhat off kilter given the nature of his prosthetic limb, but he does stretch up to his full height, a hand shading his eyes as he slowly puzzles together north.]

That'a'way's definitely north. [He is, in fact, correct about the way he's pointing, lips pursed thoughtfully. So they know which way's north.] Say, isn't there somethin' about moss growin on the north side of trees too? Or is that all hogwash?

Pretty sure that's total bunk. I mean, moss just needs indirect light, right?
So it could grow on any side of a tree. I think.

[Don't quote her on that, she's no plant expert. She's just maybe kind of smart is all.
But yeah, okay, they know which way is north now! That's better than guessing entirely. She's gonna subtly lift a jack in that direction, keeping it trained north just... in case.

Of course, since he was the one with the compass, it's only fair to ask --]

Which direction is the city or whatever? We really need to get a move on, since the sun is going down.

[Please tell her they weren't just following whichever way the compass was pointing and wandering north in a straight line this entire time.]

Well, I'm no scientist so I'll just take your word for it, sheila.

[The question though gets him to falter, even as he's in the middle of fumbling around with his canteen. Which direction was the city again? He lifts a hand to scratch the top of his head, trying to recall the direction they'd been heading before. It takes him a minute, and when he replies he doesn't sound 100% sure, but 80%ish. Fairly confident but still with a slight upturn in his inflection.]

Uh, southwest, I think? Sounds about right anyway. [there's a thoughtful pause as he unscrews the top to his canteen and he pauses, glancing between it and Jiro and back again. ...Then he shoves it in her direction.]

[Another flinch with the way he just juts that out at her... but she ends up bringing up her other jack, using it to gently push it back.]

Uh - no, thanks... I had some water back at the river, remember?
Save it for yourself, you'll probably need it.

[She 100% did not, because that's how you get waterborne illnesses and die in the forest, but. Look. She's not severely dehydrated, she can afford to be a little choosy, right?

But since she's got one jack trained north... she's gonna go ahead and souse out which way is southwest, starting to head that way with a wave for him to follow.]

Besides, we can have anything we want once we find a town. I've got some money in my jacket, here; I can probably get us a bite to eat whenever we reach civilization.

Eh, suit yourself.

You gotta calm down. I ain't gonna hurt ya or anythin' All that flinching's not doing you any good ya know? Aren't you training to be some sorta police officer or somethin anyway?

[He's not so sure he wants a teenager to buy him food. HE HAS MONEY!! He's not without his own means. But, in any case he downs the contents of his canteen in one go. It's just water -- his gut will protect him from river diseases. He's been through worse.]

[Let's see... does she want to argue semantics, here? "Police officer" feels a bit like small potatoes compared to what she's aiming for, but at the same time...
Nah, not worth it. Not really.]

I mean, not really a police officer, but that's close enough. But don't you think it's better that I'm on edge if I'm supposed to be something like that?
I'm ready for anything at a moment's notice.

[...]

Plus you keep shoving things at me. Anyone's gonna flinch if you just shove things at them without warning, you know.

[Look, she's the anxious sort, you can't just DO that without giving her a heads up --]

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he's a stunning specimen, that's for sure

i wouldnt ever use junkrat and stunning in the same sentence tbh, it seems super bad juju

he's stunning in a "it's amazing he's alive" kind of way

the reason is named Roadhog and he aint here so god speed to junkrat and everyone else

he's lucky she's trying to be a good person

a good hero in training

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