[She looks up with a full mouth, caught off guard - as always - by little acts of kindness.
She doesn't want anymore people to die because of their kindness, not for her. But...
A little dinner is okay, isn't it?
.... Isn't it? She swallows down her food, rubbing her mouth on her jacket. She thinks about Nate, who had given her music to listen to. He'd been so nice. His family had given her something to eat, too, free of charge.]
... Thank you.
But you should be careful, feeding strangers.
[She stands up, suddenly; her paranoia is too strong, right now.]
I should... go. But -- we can meet again, yes? Another time.
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She doesn't want anymore people to die because of their kindness, not for her. But...
A little dinner is okay, isn't it?
.... Isn't it? She swallows down her food, rubbing her mouth on her jacket. She thinks about Nate, who had given her music to listen to. He'd been so nice. His family had given her something to eat, too, free of charge.]
... Thank you.
But you should be careful, feeding strangers.
[She stands up, suddenly; her paranoia is too strong, right now.]
I should... go. But -- we can meet again, yes? Another time.
It'll be nice.