He frowned when she tightened her grip on him. Nooooooooo. "No," why would he end up on his ass? No. How did she know? No!
He hesitantly shook his head, "I don't know." He gave a look around, turning to look back from where they'd already moved from, "that guy is sleeping. He's not dangerous." He let blue eyes move back to her, studying her expression. "Wh-what?" He shook his head and lowered his gaze.
"No.. No, I can't fight them.." That much was obvious. He was lucky to still have his laptop. He'd been beaten up for nearly everything else. "They took my flashlight. And my sweater," he glanced down, "and I lost my shoe..."