[Normally she would get in close, near cling to him to make pushing through the crowd easier. The only problem now is she's been out in the weather for long enough that she's scared to touch him.
Her hood is pulled up and Avell reaches for the back of his shirt, giving it a light tug.]
We need to move, or you need to get away.
[She's worried man. He might be okay with frying but she doesn't want to hurt him. Not now, not ever. Even now the people that bump into her as they work through the crowd hiss and yelp at the contact. She's already jolting a little more than she'd like.]
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Her hood is pulled up and Avell reaches for the back of his shirt, giving it a light tug.]
We need to move, or you need to get away.
[She's worried man. He might be okay with frying but she doesn't want to hurt him. Not now, not ever. Even now the people that bump into her as they work through the crowd hiss and yelp at the contact. She's already jolting a little more than she'd like.]