[ The average person isn't dismissive of an observation of kindness but Scarlett seems to stiffen at those words. Her features darkening as she clears her throat. ]

Gives me something to do.

[ Where she came from? Kindness was a weakness that painted a target on your back and while it was one thing for her to do a nice thing, it was another entirely for people to see that.

Scarlett rocks back from her knees onto the balls of her feet, trying to see what once would have been easy for her, but since coming here? Was little more than inky nothingness. ]

I figure... cut behind the Post Office? A bit out of the way but - [ It's the surest way to steer clear of the bonfire. ] I'll see how I feel once I get closer.