Shadewood no it damn well doesn't

He didn't have any more questions.
They could walk in silence after that, although Colt wouldn't let that happen. He seemed to be walking on eggshells, or some shit; maybe they were both doing that. Unsure if the other person was even there, for real. Indra had certainly thought he'd died and gone to rot over the winter — and for a while she'd thought the same for herself, somehow, but Gun had dragged her kicking and screaming back to life.
When he spoke the name of the other woman (the one she presumed had finally pulled the stick outta her ass), something twanged inside of her. Jealousy, maybe. A different flavor adding to the admixture of rage and confusing otherness in her gut.
She almost missed what he'd said after
Figured it was yours already, remarked Indra with a small huff, scowling at the dirt; but she spared him a peripheral glance and her eyes sparked with something like amusement, for a second.