Re: NYC Streets: Helena/Seven
Yes, Marta. {Only Marta. She groans as he starts to slump back towards the window and grabs his shoulders now that his grip has loosened enough for her to move, not his injured face to pull him away from it. The steam is -- the steam is bad. Something is heating up, there are so many options for what, but it makes getting him out the imperative. They'll have to talk about Marta later as her fingers walk from the outside of his shoulder to the inside, jam into the heat of his armpit and pull so his body is closer to hers.
He's heavier, so much heavier than Selina, pounds of muscle not waned by time somewhere else, but there's no stopping to consider if she can, only the deep surety that she must. So she tugs, and tugs, her feet in the wheel well, on the floor so she can use her leg muscles and all her arms have to do is keep a hold of him. It's easier that way until she gets him to the edge of the seat.] Keep your eyes closed. And if you can walk, that's be great. [She doesn't expect that last as she slides out first, tail erect behind her and wraps her arms around his waist. Deep breath in, another, ready. She pulls and steps back, holding onto him to get him out of the truck's cab.]