[She hears him before she sees him, turning her head towards where he's crouching. A mixture of relief and violent rage rushes through her-- because while she's glad to see a familiar face, and one so willing to help her out, she still remembers that same face staring her down as he joined in on voting her out of the safe room in the lodge, the low, angry notes of his voice as he said the words that helped almost get her shot dead.
Maybe he's sorry now. Maybe he wants to make up for it. That isn't like him, after all. Which is why his betrayal stung all the more, and why she's felt nothing but anger towards him since.
Still, he's there, and he's-- giving her advice. Advice he seems pretty sure of. So in the interest of staying alive, she nods and does as he says, inching towards him, eyes shifting from him to the mountain lion thing and back until she's close-- just another step or two-- squash the urge to run, Em, focus--]
Chris--
[She's shaking as she steps behind him, pressing her back against the wall of the building and breathing slow and deep with her eyes squeezed shut.]
Did it follow me? [she whispers, voice high and thin. God. Please. Please. No more chases tonight. No more chases ever.]
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Maybe he's sorry now. Maybe he wants to make up for it. That isn't like him, after all. Which is why his betrayal stung all the more, and why she's felt nothing but anger towards him since.
Still, he's there, and he's-- giving her advice. Advice he seems pretty sure of. So in the interest of staying alive, she nods and does as he says, inching towards him, eyes shifting from him to the mountain lion thing and back until she's close-- just another step or two-- squash the urge to run, Em, focus--]
Chris--
[She's shaking as she steps behind him, pressing her back against the wall of the building and breathing slow and deep with her eyes squeezed shut.]
Did it follow me? [she whispers, voice high and thin. God. Please. Please. No more chases tonight. No more chases ever.]