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As James reassured tried to reassure her everything was fine, Kit wasn't necessarily convinced. However, she couldn't quite open up her mouth to speak of her disbeilief cocidering she'd probably gag and vomit from the blood is she did.
Abruptly Kit shot her arm out in front of her, in a sign that easily read 'keep a safe distance and stop moving." In answer to his questions, she simply nodded her head fervently. "I'm okay, I'm okay," she managed to get out as the nauseous feeling dimmed down to a low uncomfortable feeling in her stomach a few beats later. She quickly tried spitting out the rest of the blood in her mouth that she hadn't already accidently swallowed. "I bit the guy who whacked you," she admitted, looking up a little sheepishly. She didn't want him under the misapprehension she was spitting out her own blood from a knocked out tooth or internal bleeding of some sort.
Taking a couple of seconds for a breather until the sick feeling in her stomach dimmed even less, she quickly regained focus on the situation and let her pale blue eyes shoot up to look at James. "Don't worry, I don't think I'm going to change. I have a lot more control than you give me credit for," she smiled slightly, still unsure of the whole situation. She was happy she was finally free, and she was even more happy that James was with her, yet she couldn't break out in celebration or feel fully relieved until she knew they were safe. They were far from reaching that goal. "[color=#95b3cd]May I please see your leg now? We need to make sure you can make into town without damaging it more. It can't be too far, but we can't stay there for long. We'll need bus tickets right away to go to a location preferably far from here."
She didn't even know what state she was actually in, now that she thought about it. She had no identification since they got rid of hers when she transferred in. She was near positive James had no papers stuffed into the back of his pants pocket. They would need to leave here fast, and need to find someone who could give them fake identity papers so they'd have some shot of normalcy. However, that cost money and, at the moment, she had no idea how much she had. She could have easily had grabbed one hundred bucks or ten thousand bucks, but there was no telling until she counted the money so wildly crammed at the bottom of her backpack.