[h2]School[/h2]

The girl paused for a moment, tilting her head when the warrior responded that he would not help. However, she was quick to shrug it off. There was a job she needed to do, and it involved ensuring the safety, and safe transport, of these individuals. They were not intended to be here, not at all. This place was sadly unadministrated, and strictly-speaking she could interact with the natives directly. This girl and this man, however, were not native to this dimension.

That was why their departure was required.

"You misunderstand," she began, "I am not seeking assistance, I am seeking to assist."

She paused for a moment, and as the pale girl spoke, she nodded.

"If you are lost, we should depart quickly," she continued. Her expression finally changed, becoming a somewhat annoyed glare as she glanced over her shoulder. When she spoke, her speech became less abrupt, more relaxed. "I don't know how many zombies are left, but they're irritating wastes of space and time and it would be nice to get out of here before any of them got anywhere closer."