Thread: A Place to Hang your Hat [AnnaBeth and Sigr]

Nothing. Nothing at all. Sure, it wasn't a desert, but the mountains and general geography did nothing for her. Back in the city she could yell for reinforcements on the radio and know on what street she was almost just by the smell, but there? How could she know where a town could be? Or at least a damned gas station. Walking in the direction she was going would do her no good, that far she knew, so before doing anything rash or moronic, at least anything else beyond the chain of events that had brought her into that situation, she could as well wait. Getting into the car to escape from the sun, Alba opened the glove compartment, moved her gun and badge aside and grabbed the water bottle there, taking a healthy gulp. She should make it last, as she had barely crossed any vehicles in a while. Climbing to the back seat, she just laid down there, feet propped high out one of the windows so she could rest properly and show that there was indeed someone inside. Her small height made easy for her to accommodate herself in that car, but it wasn't as that made Alba any happier. A sudden whistle woke her up, seemingly dozed off in the heat there. It was true that she had been sleeping little as of late, but that was hardly anything new, as she barely slept at all when she had a hard case. Scrambling to get up, Alba saw quite the picturesque image outside of a young woman atop a horse, dragging a mule behind her. If it wasn't for the fleeting back pain the awkward posture in the car was causing her, Alba would have thought that it was some kind of dream, too good to be true. A wholesome cowgirl complete with saluting by touching the brim of her hat? Where the hell had she ended? Alba Bertorelli she muttered, slowly recovering of the surprise, getting out of the vehicle. I've got many troubles, but the car ones are most pressing Alba added, nodding. It was hard to say while mounted, even if Alba had a good eye she wasn't paying much attention, but once Beth got down of the horse there were a few painfully obvious facts. One The girl, as she barely seemed a woman at that moment, was quite taller than her even if she was younger. Two She was visibly armed, something that irked Alba and made her think of her gun in the glove compartment, but it was clear that she had ended in the wild country, where such things were seemingly normal. And three Her no bullshit approach to the problem showed that not only she knew about horses but also cars, and that Alba's was beyond a jury rig repair at the moment. She was peeking into the engine, mostly because Beth had motioned for her to approach, not out of interest or knowledge, but just going through the motions and presenting the most friendly version of herself that she could afford at the time, that wasn't saying much. It worked, but it had no signal and I smashed it all over there Alba sighed making a vague gesture with a hand. Not my best day, I'll admit she shook her head. Following Beth was sometimes a pain as she spoke like she was just out of a western movie, but with the context of the conversation and the clarifications she made from time to time it was enough. It was kind of odd seeing a cute freckled girl talk like a toughened desperado, but considering that she was her only chance to get a taste of civilization she was going to take it. Good idea about the note Alba nodded, pushing herself to be amicable. Opening the glove compartment she grabbed a bunch of stuff and put it on the hood of the car. The half empty bottle of water shone bright lights into the regulation Glock 22 and her US Marshal badge, while she took a notepad and a pen to write the note. Car broken. I'm at the McCurdy house Alba voiced out loud as she wrote it, leaving the note on the windshield. Fuck the car and fuck my luggage, I've all I need right here she added to the offer of help, getting the holstered gun and the badge in their place on the belt, emptying the water bottle on her mouth and throwing it inside the car. So... I'm guessing that it's close by? she asked, looking at Beth with eager brown eyes, wanting to be done with that damned trip.