Lisa giggled when the man - Sterling - said he was staying there or further away. "Are you scared?" she asked. "He hasn't moved at all, just talked or moaned." She was debating on whether or not to poke it when the woman answered. "I've never met a girl named Georgie. That's a fun name to have." They seemed real, they really did, and so did this statue. Wheelie Francis. "Everyone knows each other's names now." Satisfied with that she stood, brushing her hands off on her pants as she did a circle of the statue and ended up nearer where the other two were.
"You should be less scared than me," Lisa informed Sterling. "You're a lot bigger than me so if something bad happened, it'd be to you first. Right?" That was the way it happened in the movies. The big guys who everyone thought would be able to handle everything usually ended up getting killed right away. But Lisa didn't like those movies. There was nothing good in them and they gave her bad dreams. Her eyes drifted to Georgie and she smiled. "You forgot your clothes. I've done that before, too, Think that's why there's always a pair of pants downstairs at home." Another noise sounded behind her, but she didn't turn. Unless something touched her from behind, Lisa was alright with having the sculpture at her back. It wasn't that scary.