Poor guy. Helen reached to put a comforting shoulder on the broken man's shoulder but reconsidered at the last moment. The guy still had a knife in his hand after all. She preferred keep her number of fingers at ten. She pitied him, but knew better than to sympathise. There were more pleasant ways to die besides at the hands of a madman. So instead, she addressed her other teammate.

[color=7ea7d8]"Sooo Reaper Man, what's hip and happening in the northeast? We got any major hideouts lined up?"[/color]

She heard a dull clunk before turning and seeing Yruzza dazed and off the table. Finally. She smiled and offered her thermos to him.

[color=7ea7d8]"Helps with the nerves,"[/color] she explained and held the warm container out to the man, [color=7ea7d8]"As for how we're getting there..."[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"We could take the vans. Disguises would probably help too. There's that Asian tourist one I haven't done in a while."[/color]

She addressed both her teammates, hoping for further suggestions. She didn't like being in charge. She needed to be given a direction, one that was clear and that she would succeed in. Ramshackle's mental state put him out of the running, so Shane was the best candidate. But if needed, she would begrudgingly take the lead.

[color=7ea7d8]"So?"[/color]

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