The other person, little more than a silhouette to Amelia, was breathing heavily; had that show of power taken so much out of them? Sure enough, when John did his...[i]thing[/i], it was clear their stalker had used a lot of his energy in the bravado he'd put on. Once he was closer, she realized that this was just a kid - maybe around Terry's age, but that was just a kid, really. She frowned and listened to him babble, moving Jerome from her shoulder to rest him against the wall. If there was no need to run, she wouldn't strain herself or put Jerome at risk unnecessarily. Holding a medium-sized dog was different from holding an adult man, and she couldn't keep that up.

[color=#d2691e]"You should've just come forward,"[/color] Amelia told him, crossing her arms in disapproval. She was pretty sure she was using 'that' voice - the one she used when she scolded Terry or his friends - and stepped towards the stranger. [color=#d2691e]"You know our names from your eavesdropping - what's yours?"[/color]

Though the kid hadn't given them a solid reason not to trust them outside of the eavesdropping and general creeping, Amelia knew that trusting anyone who wasn't straight-forward was a risk. If she at least had his name, that gave her a better chance to find him later. Even in the dim light, she could make out his features easily, too; if he tried to run, she'd probably catch him no problem, too. She'd like to see him try to outrun her, honestly. It would be laughable. Still, whether John would bring the kid with them to Haven was up in the air. given how little they had to go on as it was. Sure, it was cynical to not even trust a teenager, but she was already putting her faith in one stranger today, and she wasn't exactly eager to do it with another, regardless of the circumstances.