Ryder begins putting the guns away when I decide to make conversation with him. Don't get me wrong, I am still terrified but more confused.
I had threatened his very existence an hour ago, and now he's teaching me how to defend myself? Well, sort of.
"What kind of gun is this?" I ask, pointing to the gun I just used. I am not a gun person, but a girl can get used to this!
"It's an H&K nine millimeter," he says, as a matter of fact.
I nod like I know what that means. Ryder looks at me with the side of his eye and shakes his head. A tiny smile forms on the side of his mouth. I am beyond grateful he doesn't call me out. I'm sure I look and sound crazy right now.
Just then, my stomach erupts in a loud roar. I put my hand on it. How embarrassing!
"Someone's hungry," Ryder says, putting away the last accessories.
"Sorry," I whisper, humiliated.
He nods as he looks down at my stomach. "I owe you lunch anyway. Come on."