They were both lucky she had missed that fun. He shifted his dark green eyes up her way as she spoke. Her accent he could not place, though he had already come to realize that no one else seemed to be from his home. He pulled the hand from his hair forcing himself to sit up as if he was not still silently suffering. Pride was strong in this one. He wasn't even eighteen yet, but he tried to look like the man he wanted to be treated like.

"If someone had tried, the dreck would be dead where they stood." He spoke matter of factly, as he looked at her. How dare this girl even speak to him? Excuse you.