[ She keeps her hands busy at all times feeling that if she doesn't she'll really let the situation weigh down on her. She has clothes now, but they give little more comfort than itching to let her know she's alive. Hawkmon's stayed as close as ever, even now, as she folds up some blankets some of the others had left behind — She was told she can leave, but she doesn't want to until everyone's gone.
There's a sound, something heavy like moving metal that catches her attention first - Then she glances up to see the man approach as she hands over the folded blanket to the little bird to put in the piles: ]
Not much more than you, I think. [ An honest response she glances upwards - where some of the others chose to leave: ] But we'll have to leave soon and find out more as we go, right?
[ It's said with some trepidation - worry. Even if fighting to protect people has become a normality in her life, she doesn't want to. Not people trapped her just like them. ]
Returned
There's a sound, something heavy like moving metal that catches her attention first - Then she glances up to see the man approach as she hands over the folded blanket to the little bird to put in the piles: ]
Not much more than you, I think. [ An honest response she glances upwards - where some of the others chose to leave: ] But we'll have to leave soon and find out more as we go, right?
[ It's said with some trepidation - worry. Even if fighting to protect people has become a normality in her life, she doesn't want to. Not people trapped her just like them. ]