#sorry for changing my formatting up im sick of asterisks lol

[2young2die]

She flinches as the man pats her, dislodging a bit of dust. No bricks or bottles on her, just the sickly-sweet chemical reek of the Heal rig. Being touched in such a mundane manner, and harmlessly at that, was odd but not unpleasant.

“At least it wasn’t the Police Station again…”

She mutters, used to talking to herself more than other people. Not really an airhead, just…dulled. Looking back to the man, his words finally sink in.

“Oh, um… I’ll leave right away, if you want,” She replies, turning and peering around. “If I can find it. Uh. Thanks for not killing me. Yet. Y-you said yet, ha-ha…”

The woman was a bundle of nervous energy. It was any wonder she’d survived this long.

Hunter noticed the anxious brown long haired reagent lurking around his territory. She seemed to be confused and wary of something...or someone?

He stood top on the ruins of part of his museum, with his two dogs on a leash.

"You alright there? This area is prohibited for strangers. It's dangerous."

*Selene couldn’t remember the last time she’d saw nature. Real nature. Was this a dream? Maybe they’d slipped her some kind of new medication…*

*At the sound of the male voice she startles and jerks her head upwards, spotting the man and… were those guys on leashes? Oh God. Now it made a bit more sense.*

“Oh, uh… s-sorry… I don’t even know how I got in here. Honest. Um…” *She trails off, scratching her head lamely. At least he wasn’t trying to kill her immediately.* “Do you take care of all this yourself, sir?”