Bearclaw Valley devil underneath your grin, sweet thing

Wardruna, in Blondine's eyes, was an incredible mirror of Xan at first glance. They shared the same rough and tough attitude, that I'll kill you look to them. Initially, it had made Blondine incredibly uncomfortable, but she'd gotten used to it over time. He won't actually kill you, she'd remind herself, He just wants you to know that he can. Whether or not they were actually capable of anything, she wasn't too keen on finding out. 

Blondine, she replied, Blondine Abernathy. It probably wasn't necessary for her to share her surname everytime she met someone new, but it was an old pride-based habit that would not die, no matter how hard she tried to kill it. Blondine had figured that long after her pride and ego had been destroyed, the habits that they'd left behind would still fester. Can I come along with you?