Not one to argue or protest Kyrie simply nodded at the thank you and the contrast to the title she had give him. “You’re welcome.” Many of the residents would have simply left him laying on the ground for fear of being persecuted for assisting another resident. She worried for herself but not enough to just let someone lay there in pain. A quick glance around would be taken, her bit of paranoia of being overseen by any guards was present for the moment before she deemed it safe. Gaze would fall back on Adam and she waited to see if he would allow her to walk with him where he was supposed to be staying. She had not looked at his ID card to determine which place was his.
Her fingers would fall away from his face. Kyrie tucked the handkerchief into the pocket of her denim, cutoff shorts and then she stood up slowly. His laughter surprised her a bit but her smile didn’t fade too much at it, unsure as to what he found humorous about the situation. But who would squander laughter, right? It was a rare commodity here, as far as she was concerned. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d laugh at anything. And as the acceptance of her offer came a breath of relief tumbled from her lips and her smile grew genuine again.
It was rare Kyrie left her home at all unless it was for work or to visit a friend because of the danger it posed. As they stood unmoving she tilted her head curiously before her eyes would finally lower to the card he word. She observed the number of the apartment, then her gaze would flicker upward to the number on the door. Her cheeks flushed and her smile turned sheepish as she noticed that they were standing on his literal doorstep. Suddenly the offer to make sure he got home seemed unnecessary and she felt a bit foolish for the offer. “Glad you made it safe,” she murmured, tone laden with that sheepishness.