The cool water in front of her was a nice change of her usual post-fight rituals. The lack of radiation was just a bonus. After so long, she was used to Geiger counter ticking away anytime she stepped in any body of water. But she was tired, and the blood on her face and clothes was beginning to dry, this wasn't time for her to be thinking about how the water in Zyon was clean.
The hunting revolver made a dull sound when it fell from her hand onto the ground. And her knees didn't even hurt as she bent them into the water on a crouching position, and them on a kneeing one. The water soaked up her jeans, and the hem of her dress shirt. She's been walking with soggy socks on her boots since she stepped into Three Marys, so this didn't add to her discomfort. It only allowed her to reach the water more easily, washing the blood her her face and hands, and cooling her sweat ridden body. Maria wasn't as young as she used to be, so this afternoon might have been too much.
The sound of Joshua's gun coking into action echoed on the red canyon there were in. There was a possibility that he'd shoot her, because she took that killing from him, a killing he could pretend that it was his revenge on Caesar himself. But she was tired, and if he really wanted to kill her, that was going to be on his head, not hers, dead people feel no pain.
The gun went off. One time. Two times. Three times. He did not stop. God dammit, that stupid man just emptied a clip on a dead man. Did the fire melt more than his skin, and he was more unstable than she predicted?
He kept on pulling the trigger, even when the bullets were finished. Joshua only stopped when she heard his knees hit the floor and a him taking a raspy kind of breath. But she did not turn. He didn't need her to see this obvious display of emotions, or weakness, as he'd call it.
She was sitting on the shallow river now. Waiting for her - what did he call her? Neighbor. He was her neighbor. After all, she lived on her duffle bag, saying that they lived by each other wasn't so far fetched. Anyway, she was waiting for Joshua to snap out of it, so they could go back to camp, maybe in time for some victory dinner.
No such luck. When the sun begin to set and the water to turn too cold, she stood up. The light from the pip-boy was turned off, so Joshua could still hid his face from her if she wanted. But her stomach spoke louder than her understanding now, so all she could offer him was a hand, and maybe some silent company.
His hand was warm, and the groan that left his mouth when he practically pulled her to the floor with him, so he could hoist himself, made her more comfortable in her aching back. It was always nice to see that age came for all.
"Do you think they saved us a plate?" before following her, he bent down, and picked up her revolver, putting it away on his own vest.
"We can get ourselves our own gecko, if you think they didn't" the bandage around his head was dirty. The red that stained was of the canyon red dirt, and the blood of his enemies. Maybe he'd let her help him with those bandages today. But only if he patches up her jacket. It was hard for her to make Pacer give her this one, so she doubts that he'd just give her another.
"Do you think we can get some fish?" he shrugged, and that was probably the most human thing he did since she met him 3 days ago.