Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

He wasn't going to give her anything, was he?  She was a touch annoyed, though mostly at herself.  This was stupid.  It was a hole in the ground, and pretending that it had any more significance than that was what had kicked off this whole mess to begin with.

Good answer,  she replied, and she walked forwards smoothly, using his presence to determine where the entry to the den was.  She felt her fur prickle as she paused, then stepped down the familiar incline into the hollowed out space, icy dread settling into her gut like lead.  Why the fuck...

She hated this place.  She was surprised by the animosity with which she realized it, but now that she was inside, the feeling that she'd rather be anywhere else tripled.  It wasn't the fact that it was underground.  It wasn't the fact that she'd spend so long working on it.  This place was an open wound in an otherwise pretty solid shell and the reminder of it bothered her more than it reasonably should have.  

She spun around, failing to realize there was an item on the floor.  Look, this place sucks.  The words were stiff and harsh, but rushed too.  Let's go somewhere else. Please?