You decide to leave the conversation at that. There was no real need to make her talk about it anymore other than to feed your curiosity.
"You still have blood on your face." She mumbles.
"Oh." You respond. You flip down the passenger mirror to look at yourself, and can see your face covered with spots of blood, along with your shirt.
"There's sanitizer and tissues in the glove compartment."
You nod and grab the things that she just mentioned. You clean your face and whatever spots you can get off of your shirt.
"And I can see that you weren't lying about working at a gun store. You really know how to use that pistol."
You grin a little, "Yeah, well, my dad has owned a gun shop for almost thirty years. So I was pretty much raised around weapons like these my whole life." You say, looking at the pistol in your hand.
"I see." She remarks, "Ever killed someone?"
You could tell by the tone of her voice that she's still in her 'cop mode' a bit, "Nah, never. Well, other than today..."
"But you didn't even hesitate." She says, "Not when I pulled you over, or back at the precinct. When I first had to fire a gun at someone, I almost couldn't do it. This was before today, of course. And even still, I hesitated today, too."
"Well, my dad and I would go hunting all the time. I've shot a probably over a dozen buck and deer in my life. And my father also taught me about self defense with a gun. Not that I had to really use that knowledge until today, but it stuck in my mind and, I don't know, I guess I'm just not afraid to fire a gun at all."
She hums in agreement, "Your father sounds like a good man."
"He is." You say with a small smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't even catch your name."
She chuckles a bit, "Heh, saving each other's lives and we don't even know each other's names yet. I'm Jasmine. Jasmine Weathers."
"I'm . ."
She glimpses at you through the corner of her eye, "Well, , I guess I owe ya one for saving my life. Twice."
"Heh, just give me a 'get out of jail free' card, and we'll call it even."
She laughs.
A few more minutes of small talk pass by.
"Where are we even going? Right now, we're just driving down an expressway with no real destination." She says.
"Do you have any places you plan on going to?" You ask.
She shakes her head, "No. Everything I could possibly want is in the place we just ran away from, and I'll be damned if I go back there with all those... things..." She then looks at you, "What about you?" |