Qebhet climbed to her feet as well, with a small nod and a gentle ghost of a smile. She let Kaden clamber out of the bus before following herself.
Vincent had retreated a ways. Qebhet spied him sitting atop a precarious pile of trash that could never have held the weight of a physical body, hoodie pulled low over his head and knees bunched against his chest. Uneasy, still. Perhaps unsure of whether he'd done the right thing. When she caught his eye, he half-skidded, half-drifted down the rubble and shuffled towards them.