Zayn sighed, his voice gentler now. "You're good at more than that. You've got speed, reactions, those venom shots have range. If you weren't trying to rob me, I'd say you've got potential."
She looked up at him skeptically. "You're not even mad?"
"Oh, I'm furious." Zayn said. "You tried to turn me into goo. But after the fifth time someone's tried to kill you, it kinda stops being personal."
There was a pause.
"…You've had five people try to kill you?"
"Probably more," Zayn said, counting on his fingers. "I've had so many encounters y'know…"
She snorted. Actually snorted. Like the tiniest laugh had slipped past her venomous facade.
"You're weird."
"I'm aware."
Another pause. Then she glanced at him again. "So… what happens now?"
"You help me find my friends. Then you… go home? Or wherever. Just don't melt people."
"I don't have a home."
Zayn was quiet at that. The horse's hooves clopped steadily beneath them, breath huffing clouds in the air.
