”Well,” Arriane glanced around to see if there were too many people eyeing her and the girl covered in blood. She figured it was pretty much imperative to get the girl out of the view of the public. She didn’t want to see her taken into police custody. Being covered in blood kind of raised suspicion. “That’s probably because this isn’t your home. Unless your home happens to be Lawrence Kansas in the year 2011.” She wagged her eyebrows playfully.
“It’s not my home, either.” Arriane added, hoping that the prospect of other lost and displaced individuals was comforting to this stranger she was talking to. She remembered when Heaven was her home, but she would have even taken the dormitories at Sword & Cross over the end of the world. It seemed too soon for the world to be coming to an end, but she imagined that it would feel that way no matter when it happened.
“How about we get you somewhere where you can get washed up.” She suggested, smiling ever-so-faintly. Arriane gave a nod in the direction of the apartment complex. Maybe she could hear this girl’s story on the way over. She’d never been good at taking confessions. She had the unfortunate tendency to burst into laughter while listening. She’d have to work on that. Somehow she figured that this girl’s story wasn’t one to be laughed at.