If Dana was being really honest with herself, it was driving her crazy that Elena hadn’t been talking to her since the raid. Her attempts to get into Dana’s pants were fairly ridiculous, it was true. But the flirtations provided her with a sense of normalcy that she hadn’t had since the world had gone to shit. So if keeping it up meant going along with whatever little game they had going on between them, so be it. That just meant she’d have to learn the rules. So far, all she had learned was that she shouldn’t shoot Elena down outright or, if the situation at the convenience store taught her anything, show her the slightest bit of care toward her. But that wouldn’t really be difficult to pull off. She respected the girl to a certain extent for the leadership she’d shown already, but did she care about her? No more than she cared about the others in the house. Just enough to keep herself and her sister alive.
Still, she was very interested to see just how far Elena would go if Dana let her. So she sat propped against the headboard in the back bedroom, cigarette in hand, waiting. It was a fairly small, private room, used mostly for storing their food and ammo. She wouldn’t have to worry about anybody barging in for a while, at least. They wouldn’t be eating dinner for another two hours. She extinguished her cigarette on the bedside table and tossed the butt aside, turning her attention on picking at the remnants of nail polish still left on her nails. Her withering gaze flickered between her hands and the door as she waited.