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Nemesis.

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Ah... yeah. I'm, uh. I'm pretty gross. I should probly wash up some before I wreck the place.

[As though there is not already blood all over the floor, oops,,,]

[She had to at least offer, that's who she is- or rather, who she needs herself to be. But she was expecting that answer, and is relieved that she doesn't have to do any more either.]

Mmhm. Take care. I, ah, will head back myself.

Yeah... Be safe.

[Pauses--considers]

...Or, I mean. You okay, you need an escort back to the dorm? It's pretty late.

Um, you two are staying here?

Well, ah, I'll be alright on my own, I think. [But then she thinks back to whatever happened to Hurricane.]

Just, like - don't stop and talk to no one on the way. Okay?

[She looks to him, and to her]

...If strength in numbers is better, then we can walk you that far. Gotta pick up something from the dorm anyways.

[Does she? Well, it's as good a reason as any]

Can he walk, though? And, ah, I do not know how I feel about leaving him alone...

I'm not leaving him alone.

[Then, less strident]

...Pretty sure there's something with wheels nearby. Logistics aren't the problem. Psychos roaming the streets is the problem. If you got it, you got it--but I don't wanna see you in trouble, that's kinda shitty payback for your help.