Re: Roof, Hell's Kitchen: Clem, Bucky & Matt
[Clementine, she wasn't expected the touch to her arm, and she sure wasn't expecting to get tugged up into that grip. Not that she had any trouble being touched any. It wasn't real Murphy, being touched by people weren't kin, but she'd gotten a whole lot better 'bout it here, even if it was still something she was working on some. But Matt's grip was real tight, and even she could tell it was worrying.] Relax some. We'll get you feeling better, and my place isn't even getting worked on until next week. I'll stay put where you're going until then. [She was being real obliging, because she could get herself a hotel just as easy, but she figured she might as well stay and make sure this didn't happen again any, at least not until that gurgling ended.
She lifted a hand to touch Matt's face, but the damn man was swelled and purple all over, and she settle for fingers just behind his ear as he let her go. He was fussing about allies, and she was about to fuss back, but he cursed then, and she had to muffle a laugh to face the more serious reality that he was worse off than he claimed to be.
And maybe she was still looking over at James' metal arm some, and she wondered how in the heck she, of all people, had gotten herself so tangled with men from comic books.
But what mattered then was moving, and she pointed toward the back exit.] It'll take a few turns to get to where he said, but it ain't far. I'm guessing you got some kind of strength could lift a mule, so you just go following me. [She walked on ahead, down and out, and she only stopped to talk over her shoulder once.] Don't you go dropping him.