Oh - he just couldn't resist, could he? Her eyes roll her jaw sets and - damn it all if she doesn't feel bad for how sharply she reacted the night before. Usually tried to give an explanation as to why, at least in her own way. Which granted, she'd been informed that her usual approach of 'I'm nearly 200 years old and know better than you', didn't always work as ... diplomatically as it could.
So she swallows it and begins to move with him, not far, a little ahead and a dropped low as she scanned the cars surrounding for walkers. Blade at the ready and her movements steady. "A little, from how I've seen you all make your decisions so far." Admits it, if begrudgingly. "You are thinking of it quite wrongly, I imagine. Not a law court." How had it worked in this country after they had thrown out their King? She struggles to remember it's particulars, other than a complicated system of elections and laws, held in place of the divinity of a ruler's word.
"It was... perhaps like a great chamber of commerce. All men and women poured into the receiving area, to petition or to seek my or my husband's ear, perhaps simply to ask for advice. I dealt with matters usually pertaining to women, up until my husband died, then I oversaw all. There was often a great deal of discussion, though ultimately every decision was my own. My husband and I had the final word on everything that occurred, allowing for certain religious and social moors of course." She comes to a car, and there's a Walker trapped inside. It goes quick, stabbing it sharp in the temple, the wet sound of slicing meat, brain matter soft and rotten, the crunch of bone. Hears it groan, hears its breath ease out in true death.
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So she swallows it and begins to move with him, not far, a little ahead and a dropped low as she scanned the cars surrounding for walkers. Blade at the ready and her movements steady. "A little, from how I've seen you all make your decisions so far." Admits it, if begrudgingly. "You are thinking of it quite wrongly, I imagine. Not a law court." How had it worked in this country after they had thrown out their King? She struggles to remember it's particulars, other than a complicated system of elections and laws, held in place of the divinity of a ruler's word.
"It was... perhaps like a great chamber of commerce. All men and women poured into the receiving area, to petition or to seek my or my husband's ear, perhaps simply to ask for advice. I dealt with matters usually pertaining to women, up until my husband died, then I oversaw all. There was often a great deal of discussion, though ultimately every decision was my own. My husband and I had the final word on everything that occurred, allowing for certain religious and social moors of course." She comes to a car, and there's a Walker trapped inside. It goes quick, stabbing it sharp in the temple, the wet sound of slicing meat, brain matter soft and rotten, the crunch of bone. Hears it groan, hears its breath ease out in true death.