Kyle had stayed silent the whole time, pain shooting through his leg with the injured ankle. He had been forcing himself to take the pain. He was glad the girl came, another ally added to his list of potential trusted associates. He looked at the ground and took a deep breath, walking to load up more stuff. He was desperately trying to look helpful. And if he gained everyone's trust, life would be simpler. He hoped to be the handyman, wanting to have some sort of use and be of importance.