One way of putting it, indeed. It might have been easier for Maine if he'd seen a friendly face after crawling out of the fountain. (Or perhaps he would have lashed out at the would-be Good Samaritan and tried to drown them for their trouble.) As it is, he's been flying more or less blind and struggling to adapt to a situation he considers hostile.
It helps that people aren't running from him, here. Helps that they're willing to answer his questions, however blunt or laconic they may be. It helps that Brigitte rushed up to him with food in hand, seeming utterly undeterred by his ... everything.
The Freelancer nods as she rises. Watches her move away, strides purposeful and confident. Wonders, briefly, what she did before she showed up here and started handing out food to strangers.
Maine returns to his soup and lets his curiosity fade, for now. He doesn't know if he'll contact Brigitte with specific questions, but he'll certainly keep an eye out for her.
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It helps that people aren't running from him, here. Helps that they're willing to answer his questions, however blunt or laconic they may be. It helps that Brigitte rushed up to him with food in hand, seeming utterly undeterred by his ... everything.
The Freelancer nods as she rises. Watches her move away, strides purposeful and confident. Wonders, briefly, what she did before she showed up here and started handing out food to strangers.
Maine returns to his soup and lets his curiosity fade, for now. He doesn't know if he'll contact Brigitte with specific questions, but he'll certainly keep an eye out for her.