[She feels her blood start to boil when she's essentially ignored. But she's seen Johnnie's hand held up, and she leaves it at the one rock being thrown for now. Her eyes look over to the others, and she can easily tell the worry on their face. They don't want this to happen any more than Cruz does. Really, she doesn't want a fight to happen either. But if one has to happen, and it seems like Johnnie really thinks one does, then she's going to take his side. There's no question in her mind about that.

Her hands anxiously knot together, and she watches Johnnie look like he's going to lash out at any second. She still isn't sure if a knife is the best tool to be using here, but she knows Johnnie is fast and strong, and that he's vicious when he has a cause to be fighting for.]

I told those people we'd make a fire and they could come here, and we'd help them escape. We have to figure out a way to be able to work together long enough to do that.

[A big, warm breeze blows over the area then, making dirt kick up in the air. Chrissy shields her eyes from the dust before tipping her head to glance up at the sky. What was once a bright and sunny day is starting to get cloudy. A storm must be planning on rolling in at some point. Maybe some rain would help diffuse the tension that's built.]

I apologize for locking up your girl. Miss Chrissy, it won't happen again.

[Cruz tries one last time to diffuse Johnnie's anger, before he has to resort to a fight.]

You heard her yourself. Those people are counting on us.