[ Ash can't help but feel like a kid who's come to prom underdressed (which incidentally sums up his actual prom experience) when he spots Steve hanging out by the campfire with his flashlight. Not only that, but he's fashionably early. In comparison, Ash has come woefully unprepared. He has a yellowed piece of paper in one hand, a metal first aid box in the other that's almost entirely empty, and an optimistic prayer that he won't have to use what remains of the tiny roll of gauze he has left. Steve might as well be ready for war.
He also seems ready to haul ass out of here, but the reason isn't quite what Ash was expecting as he squints at Steve with a frown, trying to place the name to a face. Recognition dawns on him. ]
—Ohhhh, right, your girlfriend. [ At least that's what he thinks Nancy is to him. It's a little hard to tell sometimes. ] Why? Did you tell her anything?
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He also seems ready to haul ass out of here, but the reason isn't quite what Ash was expecting as he squints at Steve with a frown, trying to place the name to a face. Recognition dawns on him. ]
—Ohhhh, right, your girlfriend. [ At least that's what he thinks Nancy is to him. It's a little hard to tell sometimes. ] Why? Did you tell her anything?