With the recent murders, UMCB had suddenly become a danger zone nobody wanted to go near. It went from being a shelter to a crime scene where three supply scouts fell into the hands of a serial killer – a serial killer that had yet to be caught. North knew it would be in her best interest to live somewhere else, to move to another shelter. But she couldn’t. She had friends at the hospital. Even though she'd initially wanted to keep to herself, she somehow found herself forming good relationships with several people there.
Andrea’s death had given her a harsh wakeup call to take a step back and distance herself for her own good. She needed to be mindful about how close she should get to somebody. It was irrational, yes; but maybe it would hurt less if something bad did happen. She could use less hurt in her life even if it’d meant she had to put up a wall (or at least try really hard to). But she had a natural inclination to trust, to care, and to open herself up to even the most bizarre of relationships.
Sparrow happened to be at the top of her list of bizarre relationships. He was such a weirdo, from the moment she’d met him in that grocery store on her way into town. As things progressed between them, he only got weirder and weirder, yet she found it oddly… cute. It didn’t escape her that he was a dangerous man though. She should honest-to-god be afraid of him (and she was intimidated), but she enjoyed spending time with him and talking to him. No matter how brief it was.
It was the only reason why she was humoring him today. If he wanted to Obi-Wan Kenobi her, then she was going to let him Obi-Wan Kenobi her. He’d mentioned another girl too, so it should be interesting. Gliding to a stop on her snackboard, North picked it up and strapped it to her back as she entered the bar. It looked like she was the last one to arrive. Her eyebrow rose at the sight of Sofia and then Archie, and finally landed on Sparrow. What was he doing with high school kids?
“Yo,” she greeted with an awkward wave of her hand, “I didn’t know you guys knew each other.” Adjusting the strap of her rifle, she joined them in the room as she added, “But happy to see your faces anyway.” She was wearing her normal getup of a blue hoodie and jeans with a handgun and a knife strapped to her belt. Now that she was sleeping in the same room as Doc Singh, she didn’t have to lug her backpack everywhere. It’d lightened the load considerably.