Re: Third class, away from the dining room
He grinned at her wink, all wide smile and laughter in his eyes, but he didn't look again, cause while he might not be a gentleman, he wasn't a complete fuck either. As she bent to repair her ankle, he kept a look out, only infrequently glancing down to see if she'd managed to do it. Wands were apparently no good at all, but fairy dust (goddamn fairy dust) worked like magic.
Shit. He didn't even believe in magic. Not to say that he believed in science much more, but there it was, dancing ankles restored. Time to leave. She could dance later, dance until she no longer wished to be in motion as soon as they got somewhere other than this narrow hallway where the lights refused to stay on and the signs of decay were everywhere.
"C'mon Blue," he said, easy smile as he started back down the hallway again, body moving slower than he was used to within his suit. "Stay close, all right?" Monsters came from unexpected places (the sea not the sky) and if they were going to be in a fight, whatever came at them was going to have to deal with him first. 'Cause maybe she could fight and maybe she couldn't, and maybe she could throw dust on someone and turn them into a sweet little kitty cat, but he didn't want to find out the messy way. "Stay behind me."