Really? She wants the story here, only yards away from the Cornucopia?
No choice. R purses his lip and tells her, his words clipped and barely audible as he flattens himself against the concrete, making sure not to make any moves actually toward her shadow. An Arena ago and he would've taken this as an open invitation to slither under the car after Eponine, his teeth snapping.
"They gave me something. Said it was a Cure, for the Arena," R says, "That's all I know. Look, I just want to get you someplace safer, okay? I still owe you."
It won't ever really chip away at that debt, not in his mind or Eponine's, but it's better than standing around and doing nothing. R creeps his hands out so he can show he's unarmed, that they're not curled into a zombie's claws.
Re: PARKING LOT
No choice. R purses his lip and tells her, his words clipped and barely audible as he flattens himself against the concrete, making sure not to make any moves actually toward her shadow. An Arena ago and he would've taken this as an open invitation to slither under the car after Eponine, his teeth snapping.
"They gave me something. Said it was a Cure, for the Arena," R says, "That's all I know. Look, I just want to get you someplace safer, okay? I still owe you."
It won't ever really chip away at that debt, not in his mind or Eponine's, but it's better than standing around and doing nothing. R creeps his hands out so he can show he's unarmed, that they're not curled into a zombie's claws.