[ The girl does follow, but she also has a thousand questions to ask. She’s bright-eyed and full of adrenaline and is the corpse going to walk around again and are there more of those and do you think her uncle would mind if she kept his gun and went looking for them. It’s only when she stops asking questions and starts explaining her side of the story that Alucard might be able to appreciatre just how lucky they got.
Because ‘The Doc’, as she calls him, had been about to start attending to the injuries in the crowd when she’d told him about the fighting in the tent.
The fuss in the tent was probably the least awful option.
She’s hard to shake, one of those kinds who’s been waiting her whole life for this kind of thing to happen, the type who would have gone looking for monsters sooner or later no matter what. Perhaps it’s for the best that she found them while in the company of people who could take care of her. (On which topic, the promise of an introduction to Florence is what finally convinces her to sit down and rest and finally process the events of the evening and let Alucard be for two seconds.)
Trevor is near the car, sat on the pavement with his bandaged arm resting on a bench to keep it above his heart. The bleeding hasn’t stopped completely, leaking through the rushed dressing and binding, but it’s at least slowed. He’s- somewhat responsive, turning to look at Alucard when he approaches but not doing anything so strenuous as waving. ]
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Because ‘The Doc’, as she calls him, had been about to start attending to the injuries in the crowd when she’d told him about the fighting in the tent.
The fuss in the tent was probably the least awful option.
She’s hard to shake, one of those kinds who’s been waiting her whole life for this kind of thing to happen, the type who would have gone looking for monsters sooner or later no matter what. Perhaps it’s for the best that she found them while in the company of people who could take care of her. (On which topic, the promise of an introduction to Florence is what finally convinces her to sit down and rest and finally process the events of the evening and let Alucard be for two seconds.)
Trevor is near the car, sat on the pavement with his bandaged arm resting on a bench to keep it above his heart. The bleeding hasn’t stopped completely, leaking through the rushed dressing and binding, but it’s at least slowed. He’s- somewhat responsive, turning to look at Alucard when he approaches but not doing anything so strenuous as waving. ]