Devyn Nara was trying very hard to be quiet, and yet she was painfully aware of how much noise she was making. With every step she took there was the noise of metal on metal, and the grass seemed to crunch like potato chips. Even the wood of her usually-trusty bow and arrows were creaking as though anxious to give her away. The closer she got to the sleeping form on the ground the louder everything seemed to get. She stared, wide eyed, at him as a gofer hole she hadn't seen made her land hard, twisting her ankle and making the metal in her backpack clank loudly. She didn't move, waiting for the whip hand to lash out and find her in the dark.

But Whip-Hand didn't wake up. Didn't even twitch, except maybe the tentacle around his waist tightening. Breathing a sigh of relief, Devyn took a tremulous step forward and sank to her knees, a mere few feet away from the most feared person in the FAYZ, gritting her teeth as her knees popped treacherously. He was still. She started to take the heavy backpack off her aching shoulders, and turned her back to him, just for a moment, to open it. She wanted him to see them before he saw her, so maybe he would see that she didn't kill him when she had the chance to, and he might trust her. Yeah, right.

She rolled her eyes at her own stupid hopes, and glanced over her shoulder just in time to see his whip lash out. She fell flat on her back, feeling a painful sting as the very tip hit her throat with a crack. He didn't miss next time, and the thing wrapped around her neck, squeezing, making her dizzy and her heart pound, and he crouched over her, a furious snarl on his face.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, eyes glinting dangerously as the whip tightened just a bit more.

"Can't...breath..." she managed to choke out. He loosened his grip enough for her to talk, and she took a grateful breath.

"I've been looking for you, ever since I heard you'd left Caine. I saw what you did to Sam. It was beautiful. I can help you," she said breathlessly. The thing around her neck was still uncomfortably tight, and it didn't loosen any more.

"And how can you do that?" he asked suspiciously.

"I have something for you, in my backpack, if you let me get them."

It took a minute for him to answer. "Just remember, I can take your head off before you even think of trying anything," he said finally. The whip twitched as though to confirm it.

"I'm painfully aware of that, Drake," she answered as evenly as she could, then turned around and dug through her backpack, with the whip still around her neck. I suppose I should be honored, she thought dryly, carefully laying the gifts out beside her, one by one, checking to make sure the safety was on with all of them. After a few moments everything had been laid out with shaking hands: a smallish revolver, some sort of larger handgun, a submachine gun, and a long switchblade. Her bow and arrows, along with a pocket knife, Devyn kept closer to her, displaying them at the same time as making it clear they were hers. Then she turned around to face Drake Merwin, struggling to breath as the whip tightened again.

Slowly, though, it uncoiled and slipped away, caressing each of the weapons in turn as though he couldn't decide which to pick up and try first.

"Those are all for you," said Devyn proudly, not taking her eyes off the sadistic boy. His eyes, somewhere between blue and grey, shone in the dark, and his lips were twisted into a grin most people would describe as sick. Unhealthy. Disturbed. Then he looked up at her again, and the shark smile disappeared, and his eyes narrowed.

"What do you want?" Drake asked suspiciously. Devyn sighed, having known this was how it would probably go but still not liking it.

"Okay, so here's the deal. I've been living in Perdido Beach, by myself. No one knows me, no one could care less if I left. I saw you a couple times, while you were 'sheriff' and I saw what you did to people-"

"I can do worse to you," he growled, leaning forward.

"Just listen!" she said quickly, not wanting to get killed before she had a chance to explain fully. What did he think, that stupid Sam would send someone out to lecture Drake Merwin? "Look, I've always wanted to hurt people like that. I can shoot pretty well with my bow and arrows, so I cam hunt for you. I'm not a terrible shot with those guns either. Just let me stay with you, and I can do whatever you need."

"You just want to wait for me to take over then kill me," he accused. Hmm, sadistic and paranoid.

"I've never wanted to be in charge of anything. I'm perfectly happy to let you do that, and I'll do whatever it is you need me to."

He looked back down to the guns, his expression softening as he did.

"I like these," he said finally.

"Keep me and you get to keep them," said Devyn, jumping at the chance to stay.

"Fine," he growled, picking up the submachine gun and laying down again with his finger just outside the trigger guard, pointing it in her general direction. "But if you try anything..."

"I know, I know," she sighed, laying down, smiling a bit. Before closing her eyes she picked up her pocketknife, just in case.