[Ellie follows with a nod, putting her hands into her pockets and rolling her shoulders. It's quieter, cooler, the air smelling of city instead of sweat and blood and too many close bodies. There are more places to hide, though. She keeps up with Sam, walking at his side and just one step back, pausing just barely out of arm's reach.
It's long-honed habit. Give him room to move if he has to. She's still watching him, interest as much as self-preservation. She still hasn't pinned down exactly what type of person he is.]
Beer, maybe a whiskey now and again. I don't like to get too fucked up, just in case. You?
[In her experience there's been a lot of just in case moments.]
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It's long-honed habit. Give him room to move if he has to. She's still watching him, interest as much as self-preservation. She still hasn't pinned down exactly what type of person he is.]
Beer, maybe a whiskey now and again. I don't like to get too fucked up, just in case. You?
[In her experience there's been a lot of just in case moments.]