[Adam's not much of a fighter himself. He can protect himself sometimes, when necessary, but actually fighting? Not so much. So he's been trying to avoid these freaky, messed up monsters. Trying being the key word there.
He has, at least, not gotten dragged off and eaten alive, or whatever the hell they're trying to do. But he did get slammed pretty hard against the wall of one of the strange houses before he could get away, and his right arm is bruised and cut up. He's not unfamiliar with that sort of thing, but - it's not exactly pleasant. He's breathing hard still, having run as far and fast as he could, but a moment's reprieve is necessary.
Any offer from a stranger makes him wary, but he doesn't immediately pull his hand away.]
What are you doing?
[It's a polite request for information, not a frightened demand, though it is wavering on the edge a bit.]
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He has, at least, not gotten dragged off and eaten alive, or whatever the hell they're trying to do. But he did get slammed pretty hard against the wall of one of the strange houses before he could get away, and his right arm is bruised and cut up. He's not unfamiliar with that sort of thing, but - it's not exactly pleasant. He's breathing hard still, having run as far and fast as he could, but a moment's reprieve is necessary.
Any offer from a stranger makes him wary, but he doesn't immediately pull his hand away.]
What are you doing?
[It's a polite request for information, not a frightened demand, though it is wavering on the edge a bit.]