[h1][b][i][color=lightblue][center]Shin-ae Yun[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[i]Location: West Caldwell Streets
Skills: N/A[/i][hr][hr][/center]
Shin-ae let a long breath out as AJ went to call her mom. She was sure there was plenty of emotion passing between the two over the airwaves, but it let Shin-ae disengage from the girl, and the awkwardness faded a bit. She'd do well to keep her voice [i]down[/i], but the implicit social barrier that someone crying caused had fallen enough to climb over. Another few winces came from her as Kaitlyn tended to the scrape--it wasn't a [i]severe[/i] wound, but it would abso[i]lutely[/i] get infected without treatment, and it was bleeding an awful lot for an abrasion. 

Ah, it seemed like Kaitlyn wanted her to say something. She supposed she [i]had[/i] gone silent without much word of warning. She was about to open her mouth to say something--an apology, maybe? Gratitude? A shared anxiety over the state of the world? She wasn't sure--when she became aware of a loud engine, and a beat up old car came into view. She supposed it was a good thing that the man stopped; more people without the mystery disease could never be bad.

That was, if he [i]was[/i] without the mystery disease.

She let Kaitlyn speak first as she pondered what she was about to say. What would get her the information she wanted while sounding the least accusatory? She didn't want to alienate him before they even met. The man had a [i]car,[/i] after all. If he let her tag along, then she could conceivably fit her bike in the back to get the pedal put on somewhere. Sure, it wasn't a mountain bike, but if she were attacked out by someone, she would sure rather have it than just her legs.

As Kaitlyn finished introducing her, she rose--putting as little weight as possible on her scraped-up leg--and inclined her head. "[color=lightblue]As she said, I'm Shin-ae, Shin-ae Yun.[/color]" She paused a moment, shifting a bit uncomfortably. "[color=lightblue]Before you left the city, I don't suppose you were...injured in any way?[/color]" Good. That sounded good. Got across the question: had this man been bitten, was he a liability if he either attacked them or had a dizzy spell or something in front of the wheel? And it did it without sounding too obviously that she distrusted him.

It was an illness so bad that they'd blown up all of the bridges and tunnels leading out of Manhattan. She didn't want to think what had happened to the people who were inside the Lincoln Tunnel or on the GW Bridge when it happened, there was no way they had been fully cleared. And she really, really didn't want to take [i]any[/i] chances.

Then, almost as an afterthought, "[color=lightblue]it's nice to meet you.[/color]" Good. A bit ingratiating, without being obsequious. She hoped.