Alice watched him carefully, her muscles tensing as she unconsciously prepared to hit the ground to avoid a spray of bullets. She’d had to in the past.
The man certainly carried himself like an assassin, cloaked in cold confidence and wearing an impassive mask over his face. The only hint of emotion she could glean from him at all was his near demand to tell him where they were.
Alice frowned deeply. “Wonderland,” she said simply. “You’re in Wonderland. Specifically, the Country of Hearts. And apparently, you’re an Outsider like me.”
Though nothing like me at all. He had a gun, for one, and seemed to know how to use it. That gave him a decided edge over her own odds of survival. It was a miracle she hadn’t gotten a bullet in her heart through one of the many fiascoes she’d endured.
She looked him over and replied, her voice dry, “I doubt you were kidnapped like I was, though.”
’…Wonderland?‘ Peering around at the buildings, he frowns, hair slipping over his shoulder. He has visited this place before, but then…he had been looking for a cure for the S t i g m a, years ago. Clearly…not only Midgar could change rapidly. “…It’s different,” he says blandly, as if not at all impressed. “Years ago…this place didn’t have such cities…much less a mafia…if I’m in the same location.” Looking back over at her, he frowns. Kidnapped? And there it is, his over-protectiveness of women. But he is, of course, the t a l landi m p o s i n gstranger, as is his preference. It would be truly strange to suddenly offer help. Seeing her expression, he inquires, “…Who kidnapped you?”
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