Redhawk Caldera Work hard, play hard, we don't have to grow up

Her stomach rolled uncomfortably when a whiff of the rabbit came her way, and Bridget had to take a moment so that she wouldn’t immediately start heaving when she talked. She didn’t have much in her stomach to get rid of at this point but that wouldn’t stop it from doing its best to try.

She closed her eyes for a minute, fighting it back, then answered. It depends. You might not get sick. Someone else might still catch it off you. Just to be safe, okay?

She really appreciated the food though. Her body might not want it, but that didn’t mean she didn’t need it, and later she’d force herself to try and keep some amount of it down.

How many badasses did you have to fight off to get that? She asked, both to shift the subject and lighten the mood. She could definitely listen to his hunting stories - and maybe it would distract her enough not to lose her non-breakfast in front of him.