[i]"Heheheheheh. I like you."[/i] stated Ntombi, prodding Gin with a bony finger. [i]"You're not getting shot in the near future, at least not from me."[/i] Ntombi smirked a little, again showing Gin how to tie his other boot. It kind of confused Ntombi...she wasn't one for taking little brats under her wing, but she was so strongly reminded of herself in the little boy that she couldn't help it. After all, she was bred and brought up to be a mother, a long time ago. [i]"They've got strap-ones, yeah, but I don't have any money so I can't get you any."[/i] she continues idly, double-knotting them so they're not liable to become loose later on.

Her face fell a little when Amaya was mentioned. [i]"She's a pain in the ass, but sure. We'll have to anyway. I hope you can get along with her."[/i] grunted Ntombi, standing up as soon as she finished tying Gin's other shoe. She doesn't offer a hand to him - she may be nice to, but she's still as arrogant and disrespectful as she always is. Right now, Gin was a plaything. Something of interest. Without waiting for him to catch up, Ntombi broke off into a slow run, calling over her shoulder; [i]"Any clue where she's gone off to?!"[/i]