[i] Hey here [/i] Six heard as a hand took hers. She twitched slightly, not pulling away, but all her memories of someone touching her were filled with large men dragging her away to ‘train’. She had to mentally remind herself that this guy had probably gone through the same things as she did and was helping her. She gave a sheepish and slightly worried smile, as she was concerned she would slow this man down. [b]”They called me Six,”[/b] she replied to the man, gripping his hand firmly so she wouldn’t lose him. She listened intently as he told her what was happening, allowing her to see without opening her eyes, and understood now that the man who destroyed her door spoke backwards. How odd.

Six continued to nod as he spoke, showing she could hear him clearly and understood. Her hearing was suddenly flooded with the scratchy intercom voice again of the subject who had instigated this breakout though. She had no idea where 002’s cell was, but she swallowed hard when the man asked her if she could just follow. [b]”If I could just touch you it will be easier for me, I don’t need to be led but…,”[/b] she felt dumb to admit she was frightened she would be following and then grabbed by one of the soldiers. After all, no one here owed her anything and she couldn’t be sure they would rescue her again if she was recaptured. She knew she could be a lot more independent, but she would wait until after they were out of here. For now she had to admit she needed help. [b]”But holding your hand or sleeve maybe? I’ll keep up I promise,”[/b] she reassured him. [b]”By the way, what should I call you?”[/b] she asked, tone friendly as she appreciated just these small gestures of caring after not remembering having been shown any in her life so far. She wanted to remember who her new friend was in case they got separated.