Nyx rubbed the back of her neck with one hand, slightly relieved that he'd waved off her mistake. Now that the previous adrenaline rush had run it's course, her whole body ached with exhaustion. She'd hardly had two hours of sleep in the last twenty-four hours, and, looking at her company, she found that he didn't look much better off. She was running on pure adrenaline and training.
She heard him say something about Afghanistan and the Taliban. So he had been in the army? Good. If she was looking to team up with him, military experience was a great asset. "You got somewhere you're headed?" He asked, and she swept her long blonde hair up into a bun on her head, pushing her bangs from her face, thinking over the question a second. Where exactly was she heading?
She thought of home. What home? The last time she'd had a "home" she'd been twelve. And that home had been destroyed. After that, everything else had felt alien. Like she didn't belong. So where was she heading? She remembered the broadcast saying something about safe-houses and evacuation centers, but wouldn't that mean everyone was rushing there? Guessing it was the best shot she had, Nyx shrugged.
"Wherever the nearest safe house is I guess. I don't know. It's the only shot I've got. How 'bout yourself?" She shifted her pack on her shoulder and glanced towards the opening to the alley, then up at the roof of the buildings. Just checking, one could never be too cautious, though things seemed okay right now. "I'm Nyx Goldwin by the way." She added, wondering if he'd ever heard of her family and the huge scandal they'd been involved with eleven years ago. Not that it mattered. As far as the world was concerned, she was a nobody now.