Stay safe. [ A wish as the man passes by. He's probably close to her age, but fear has a way of making people look younger. There isn't much else she can do for him here — if she were to be objective about it, she's not exactly in a position to offer any more than what they've done already. For all the ways she wishes to help — which, she does — she knows better than to over-extend.
So, he leaves, hopefully to find better company than the two passed-out men here. She turns around just in time to have her hand dart out to catch the wallet out of sheer reflex, eyes wide at what Marc's offering her. It's been ages she's since had to loot bodies like this — there's a part of her that feels a little wrong for doing so — these men aren't dead, they'll need it as much as her. The line between desperation and malice gets thinner and thinner in times like this.
... But she doesn't feel bad enough to stop herself from splitting the currency in half ( slowly but methodically, her temporary ally's just a second giving her the time she needs to squint at the numbers in the darkness ), pocketing one set. She joins him at the door just as he's putting the final touches on his creation, and she tilts her head. ]
Is it yours? [ A moon to match the startling white of his suit. It's fitting how the light from the windows seems to hit the symbol just right, making it look like it's faintly glowing. ] ... What does it mean?
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So, he leaves, hopefully to find better company than the two passed-out men here. She turns around just in time to have her hand dart out to catch the wallet out of sheer reflex, eyes wide at what Marc's offering her. It's been ages she's since had to loot bodies like this — there's a part of her that feels a little wrong for doing so — these men aren't dead, they'll need it as much as her. The line between desperation and malice gets thinner and thinner in times like this.
... But she doesn't feel bad enough to stop herself from splitting the currency in half ( slowly but methodically, her temporary ally's just a second giving her the time she needs to squint at the numbers in the darkness ), pocketing one set. She joins him at the door just as he's putting the final touches on his creation, and she tilts her head. ]
Is it yours? [ A moon to match the startling white of his suit. It's fitting how the light from the windows seems to hit the symbol just right, making it look like it's faintly glowing. ] ... What does it mean?