[@Marianna Collie][@BoyMom035]

	Aron heard some steps, entering the convenience store. He turned slowly towards the mystery individual, his hands raised. "[b]You're an Exile.[/b]" It was a woman, older than him, but still somewhere around his age. His eyes widened, and he wished he hadn't taken off the mask. "Back up! Now!" But immediately after he squeezed out the threat, "[b]Christ. It's a little girl.[/b]" He cursed, and turned back into the bathroom. "Please don't hurt me, I'm like you." He heard a weak voice cry out. He stepped into the bathroom. "I'm sorry. I'm not gonna hurt you. I was just afraid you would hurt me." He looked to the woman. "And you. Step away. Please. I don't want anybody to get hurt." He picked up his bag with one hand. "I'll be going." He still held his hand towards the woman. "I advise you don't follow me." He grabbed the bottles and bags of chips that had been scattered on the floor, shoving them into his backpack. "Good luck."