Shepard is famous, more than even Panem can simulate, has been for a long time. More than that, she's infamous, known as much for cruelty and death as she is honor and glory. Life, as always, resists simplicity. So, when she steps out into the kid's view, she therefore expects to be recognized.
That's... not necessarily a good thing, after all.
"Hey--easy, easy," The girl looks like she's one sudden movement away from pissing herself, frozen like a rabbit in the sand, "Don't run. If you run, you have to know that I'm gonna catch you. I am not going to hurt you, kid. I wanna help you out."
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That's... not necessarily a good thing, after all.
"Hey--easy, easy," The girl looks like she's one sudden movement away from pissing herself, frozen like a rabbit in the sand, "Don't run. If you run, you have to know that I'm gonna catch you. I am not going to hurt you, kid. I wanna help you out."
She held out her hand, slow, easy, reasonable.
"Come with me, if you wanna live."