Girl chews on her lip, looking around the streets. They were lucky the area was so empty; no one to witness a teenager turning slimy. Even if he were to turn back now, like she's hoping, she shouldn't let him risk it out here.

"We're not that far from the den," she says as she starts grabbing his clothes, haphazardly wadding them up so they fit under her arm. His hat she picks up a lot more carefully. "Don't try to wiggle away from me, 'kay? Don't wanna get stepped on out here."

She reaches to pick him up with one hand.