Savannah's head inclined slightly, enough so that she could see Eve out of the corner of her eye. Some people just didn't get the hint to go away, did they?
"You don't have to talk to me," Savannah told her, voice a bit ragged with cynicism. She knew when someone was just being nice -- and this was it. "You shouldn't feel obligated to help me. I'm not going to throw myself over the rail if you walk away." As much as she had wanted to do that last night, this afternoon she felt only empty and drained, as if that activity weren't even worth her time. "Promise," she added after a moment, as if that would seal the deal.
Why would a stranger care about her when the people who were supposed to didn't?