“Christian?” she asked, startled. She shoved her mask behind a trashcan, hitting the syringe with her hand, hoping to push it further out of his sight. It wouldn't look good, her crumpled on the ground, next to an empty syringe.
Especially since not all the drugs in the vial had been medication.
“Hey, what are you doing out at this time of night?” she asked, drawing her knees up a bit, hoping to hide the blood splattered over her tank top. She couldn't do anything about the blood on her neck and chest, but it was dark, hopefully he would think of them as freckles and not blood drops...even if suddenly having freckles where she hadn't before might cause comment.