Snippet #2381292

Storm unconsciously let go of the breath he'd been holding as she nodded and caught up with him. He waited for her and then turned and started to walk quickly down the street, almost fast enough to be a trot but not quite. He glanced over to make sure she was able to keep up and she spoke as he did so, the words oddly flat and uneven.

"I can't hear."

"Oh," He replied eloquently, processing that and it's implications. She must have been reading his lips this entire time... it'd be harder to communicate unless she could see him. He could think of many, many situations where a constant visual would be impossible... most of them unpleasant. His gears started turning faster, going back to a couple brief moments when she'd reacted to him when he hadn't said a thing and to the fact that half the time he hadn't been looking at her when he spoke to her.

"You have some kind of power that helps you with it?" He guessed. He couldn't begin to wonder what, but so far he was pretty sure he was right. Or it had all been coincidence. "I figured it's better to ask these questions now rather than later. In case something happens." Which he was almost 200% positive that it would. That it was already happening in fact.

"And I guess while I'm questioning you to death I should ask your name," He said, jokingly and apologetic at the same time. "Mine's Storm."

He stopped to let her get a word in and glanced around warily as he did so. The city was definitely empty of normal people, but he fully expected to see flashes of dark leathery wings between buildings or overhead. He glanced up while he was at it, but it was dark, and unless something was about 20 feet above him, he wouldn't be able to see it. The thought of an ambush from above made him feel vulnerable and somehow claustrophobic.

They -they, what a wonderful word- would need food and maybe shelter. She would need different clothes. Shelter long enough to rest and then they would be on the run -or fly- again. Something, maybe a primitive instinct, maybe pure common sense, told him that hiding somewhere and waiting to be found would be a horrible idea. He didn't bother thinking long term, for reasons he was realistically aware of but did his best not to think about.

And while he was thinking short term... he stopped and turned to face Faint. "The store I got these clothes from is just down the block," He said with a frown. "We'll have to go back but it's not far. It's probably better to get your clothes there than go into a populated town here it will be harder."

He didn't like the idea of going back - especially if it meant running into a pursuer. But it would only take a couple minutes.

Once he'd gotten the girl's consent, he wheeled around and lead the way back down the block at a nearly impatient pace.