[ it doesn't sit right with her, for whatever reason, but there's something about the man's bluntness that has her watching, glancing back to the kitchen then back to him. she'd come here to find food, didn't she? why was he any different? ]
Thanks. [ she says, moving passed him into the back kitchen area, trying to search through what she can, looking for anything that might count as food. there's a voice in the back of her head screaming about turning her back on someone she doesn't even know, how she doesn't know if he's going to make a break for it just to get her car.
the thought stills her hands for a moment, trying to listen back to hear his movement. ]
You get the same speech? [ she calls back into the main seating area of the diner, waiting to hear if he's left her entirely already. ]
no subject
Thanks. [ she says, moving passed him into the back kitchen area, trying to search through what she can, looking for anything that might count as food. there's a voice in the back of her head screaming about turning her back on someone she doesn't even know, how she doesn't know if he's going to make a break for it just to get her car.
the thought stills her hands for a moment, trying to listen back to hear his movement. ]
You get the same speech? [ she calls back into the main seating area of the diner, waiting to hear if he's left her entirely already. ]