For Everything There Is A Season

[Hannah]

I jump a little when he speaks all of the sudden. Somehow I assumed that he was still asleep. I turn around and suddenly I realise that I am not wearing my pants.
".. right.." I mumble and hestiate for a moment before returning to the bed

[Jacky]

I smirk and move aside so she can join me. "They'll probably leave you alone." I tell her, turning on my side and facing her. "This ain't exactly a treasure chamber, luv."

[Hannah]

"They most likely aint only after treasure" I point out simply enough, seeing they are most likely also raping women and such.. and after all: I am one of those.

[Jacky]

"But this ain't the sorta house where'd you'd find a woman alone either.." I shrug.

[Hannah]

He does have a point there so I just nod and turn a bit, looking up at the wooden ceiling. It feels somewhat.. awkward to lay here with him.. seeing he simply told me he needed a bed and I actually let him stay here..

[Jacky]

I stretch lazily, turning on my back. "Why don't ye jest go to sleep?" I suggest, surpressing a yawn. She seems like she could use the rest - she's anxious as hell. I don't know whether my presence makes that worse, but even *tha'* would be solved if she'd just knock herself out, no?

[Hannah]

"Hmm.." I mumble and turn away from him, taking a deep breath as I do so.. God damn it, why can't I simply act normal around men?

[Jacky]

"What are you nervous for?" I ask, smirking slightly as I turn on my side as well so her back brushes against my chest momentarily

[Hannah]

"I ain't nervous" I tell him stubbornly and grit my teeth. I am not sure myself why I am acting like this..

[Jacky]

"You sound like I'm holding a gun against yer temple." I inform her.