Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat & "Leena"
Did she need help? There was that fidget again, her eyes darting away before they came back. Yes, but she wasn't going to ask for it from them - from the we. It wouldn't be fair to ask it of them, and she wasn't even sure they were still looking for her, but prudence and caution seemed to be better friends. Then there was the larger issue of not remembering what they would be keeping her safe from. She gave a little shake of her head and started to say that she could handle it - but that would be a lie. And she didn't want to start this - renew this, whatever - with anymore falsehood than she had to.
"If I do get into trouble, it isn't the type that you, singular or plural, can help," she said quietly, sadly. She wouldn't put them at risk, not for that.
Besides, there were other things that could be focused on. More immediate, concrete things. "I'd - I think I'd like to call him, but maybe you should go first. So it's not - so he has a little more time to prepare." So she had time to prepare for talking to him, too. Brothers. Plural. She sucked in a deep breath. An aunt Sasha. "One at a time." And starting with Bruce? That just seemed right.