Ripley glances right back at them, chewing the inside of her cheek, feeling the membrane bulge. In their trek toward town she'd forgotten all about her nose. (No— she hadn't exactly forgotten, just preoccupied her mind differently. An animal doesn't stop to lick its wounds until the danger is gone, isn't that right? And until she's in her little cot, she'll assume the danger's everywhere).
Their mentioning of getting her hurt makes her train her senses differently, however. Her tongue skates above her upper lip, tastes the half dried blood there.
"Well, at least it's dead. ...It'd better be goddamn dead."
A look over her shoulder.
The town's lights gleam in the still-hanging mist.
"You're right. I'm not used to that. And I'm not so keen on dying and coming back, either." Ripley snaps, breathes sharply through the gaps in her gnashed teeth and feels herself settle a little. She waves a hand. "...No, it's okay. You did what you had to. Thank you— really. For taking care of her, I mean." A dry laugh. "I probably would be dead were it not for your damn gun or you dropping out of that tree."
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Their mentioning of getting her hurt makes her train her senses differently, however. Her tongue skates above her upper lip, tastes the half dried blood there.
"Well, at least it's dead. ...It'd better be goddamn dead."
A look over her shoulder.
The town's lights gleam in the still-hanging mist.
"You're right. I'm not used to that. And I'm not so keen on dying and coming back, either." Ripley snaps, breathes sharply through the gaps in her gnashed teeth and feels herself settle a little. She waves a hand. "...No, it's okay. You did what you had to. Thank you— really. For taking care of her, I mean." A dry laugh. "I probably would be dead were it not for your damn gun or you dropping out of that tree."