Shilo was freaking out. After all, she had never had to deal with such things back home. Of course, being locked in her room tended to keep her out of such things. She was sheltered and didn't know how to deal with such things. So when the thug tried to grab her again, Shilo backed up, tripping over an abandoned wooden chair. But it seemed Graverobber had it under control.
Even so, she felt like she needed to help somehow. So thinking on her feet, Shilo grabbed the chair she had stumbled over and smashed it into the brutish thug's back. Too bad it didn't do any good. Eyes growing wide as he turned around, Shilo tried to back up before she was flung into the alley wall. Crying out in pain, Shilo slumped against the wall, her head pounding from where she had hit it. This was bad. This was really bad.
Why did it always come to Graverobber saving her? And more importantly, why did he willingly do so? Sure here it made sense, she was his guide of sorts, but back home.... But back home, she had nothing, so she didn't want to think about it.
Didn't I say the world was cruel, didn't I?
And in her mind, she heard her father's words ringing in her head. She should have listened. The world was dangerous, she was only safe in her room... but she didn't even have that anymore.