"Tryin' to claw into Nevada, last I heard," Girl says darkly. Not far yet, she'd lived too close to the state border to say that. But any growth could be dangerous, for all she'd seen from the group.

The jab at her age isn't what she expects when the conversation starts on a dark turn. It startles a snort out of her, even as it makes her frown.

"I'm not a kid." Spoken like a child, pout and all. "I'm fifteen. Didn't come by myself either. I wasn't the only person wantin' to leave."