Re: NYC Streets: Helena/Seven
[The relief that comes when Seven manages to get his feet on the pavement before they land is short lived because the next thing he's saying is gun.
Guns are not her friend.
Guns remind her of Gotham Rogues. Of learning how to dismantle one so it can't be used against her and she slips her grip down to his waist and tugs him backwards, away from the cab.] Later. [Later is a distraction. A tenebrous somewhere that isn't now because there is no way in hell she's giving him a gun in his current state. He can't see, he's still infected, and whatever he needs that gun for can wait.
It has to.] Keep your eyes closed. [Insistent as she tries to take them backward, away from the cab and the scent of burning things and blood. She doesn't want to hurt Seven, but her tail comes up and around his wrist, applying pressure she can't feel to get his grip to loosen.