( She's growing her fingers back. What the hell. She's growing her goddamn fingers back. Does he know anything that can regenerate that quickly? Leviathan, he thinks, but she doesn't have the right blood. No black goo, and she hasn't once flashed him the gross lamprey mouth, so not that. Then what?

Enough!

He swivels, leveling the gun at what his brain registers as a new potential source of threat, only to get that bro nod from the largest dude he's seen in a hot minute. Holy crap.

Always wanted a dark haired one on my wall-

He can't help it, it's out of his mouth in an instant: )

Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? ( Who just says that, and- ) Jesus Christ, has everybody in this goddamn city lost their entire friggin' mind? No- just- get the hell outta here before she Wolverines her hand back and rips your head off, she's not human-

( Eight feet tall or no, he's still a civilian. Being big doesn't mean jack shit if you're not trained, and it means even less against something inhuman.

It's this thought that makes him realize he can't leave, he can't run. If she's not hunting him, she's just gonna hunt someone else in this store full of random civilians. He can't let that happen. He's gonna have to figure this out himself. )