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Neasa found his shrug to be actually reassuring. He wasn't sure why. He wasn't some obnoxious do-gooder who was going to be pretentious and preachy. He didn't have some story made up to convince her that he was actually good and totally not going to do terrible things to her the moment she turned her back. He was just helping her because he had a shred of decency in him. And that was fine with her.

She followed him out of the building, gun gripped in hand, and glanced around. Once her eyes readjusted to the sunlight, she scanned the horizon, and to her surprise, saw three figures a distance away. 

Neasa caught up to Scott, nudged his arm with her elbow, then jerked her chin in the direction of the three figures. Maybe they were too far away to be heard, but she wasn't going to risk it if they were hostile.