[ The near-hysterical bubble of laughter that still wants to rise up, quickly becomes lodged in her throat. Allie getting her first real look at the stranger, as he steps back from the railing. He can't be much older than her, but neither that or that unfortunate uniform is what has her mouth falling open. Blue eyes trying to take in everything at one as they skim his battered features. ]
Shit... Sorry - [ For the laughter. ] Are you -
[ She can't finish that sentence, however. 'Are you okay' was a dumb thing to say under their current circumstances. ]
Should you maybe - sit - or, something? [ Her instincts wanting to step closer and offer assistance but in light of recent events? The comparatively small cut on her head, the bullet holes in her Winter coat? Trust wouldn't come so easily for a while. ]
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Shit... Sorry - [ For the laughter. ] Are you -
[ She can't finish that sentence, however. 'Are you okay' was a dumb thing to say under their current circumstances. ]
Should you maybe - sit - or, something? [ Her instincts wanting to step closer and offer assistance but in light of recent events? The comparatively small cut on her head, the bullet holes in her Winter coat? Trust wouldn't come so easily for a while. ]