At the sound of Cyril's voice behind her, Esmeralda spun around. Her focus was off T-dawg and on the former lawyer. She started to raise her Derringer, then thought better of it. "I--. I don't w----." The girl took a step toward the back door, then stopped. She eyed Cyril. "Grits would be nice. Hang on, lemme see if Tommy's made a run for it." Esmeralda looked around to see if anyone was going to stop her, decided they weren't, and shuffled to the back door. She opened the portal and stuck her head out, shivering in the blast of artic air that whipped in from the outdoors. "Tommy?" A long moment later, Esmeralda closed the door with a sigh. She strumped back to the kitchen and plopped down in a chair at the table. The Derringer went on the table in front of her. Everyone could see that the safety was off.
"Yeah, he took off. So it's just me."