Re: Random Alley
Lotte looked a bit more carefully at the area around them, noticing for the first time that things weren't an average market-day crowd. Christine kept quiet, as Lotte took in the dead people and the wounded - the screams that even in French, weren't of the good kind. "Oh god," she breathed, pushing closer to Bran, clutching his hand more tightly.
She nodded blindly at the mention of money - she hadn't thought that through. The horror of the people still was present in her mind and she couldn't take her mind off that - even when he confirmed the other people, as well as mentioned the clothes.
"They're closed, I guess?" Lotte said, glancing to the stores. She looked up to him, then at the dead bodies again. Christine's ideas supplied the rest and her free hand covered her mouth. Shaking her head, she tried not to be ill at the thought. She wanted home - Bellum however batshit it was still managed to be that - and she wanted out of there now.