Re: Middle of the Lobby
What did she want to do? She wanted to make sure that Luther was okay, but Sam's burn wasn't going to look out for itself. She hated making decisions. "Okay," she grumbled, sighing. "And I won't pass out. I told you I'm fine." But she was exhausted. Trying to ignore it, she took a step towards the front doors, still holding onto his hand.
"The poor thing," she said dryly. As he went on to explain that he didn't want her to get set on fire, she paused, a light smile spreading on her face. "Oh yeah? Well...okay." Yeah, that was graceful. "Let's go, then."
Just as they were about to leave, a hand fell on her shoulder. She bit back a shriek and whirled, stumbling awkwardly as the movement threw her off-balance, wearing the expression of a wet cat backed into a corner. Luckily, she recognized Luther immediately to spare herself the embarrassment of attempting to fight him off, and relaxed. "Oh," she said, looking up at him for a moment. "Good." She paused. "Well, not good, I mean." She sighed. "I'm glad you aren't dead." In the back of her mind, she wanted to ask about Javert, and if the crowd's knowledge of her had had anything to do with him. But she decided against it for now. "Yeah, we're going now." She paused. "Do you need to come too? How's the leg?"