At first she just sort of stared at him, through his excuses for coming back and the radio transmission, because... oh. Well. Alright. Sure. Maybe he was only trying to sound more legit by mentioning his crew, and they didn't actually need him. Maybe. Kinda suspicious either way.
Wichita hadn't honestly been expecting Kirk-- Riverside to catch up with her, but it was sort of a blessing because she couldn't seem to get her map out of her boot anyway. Not without sitting down and untying it, and that seemed like entirely too much effort when she now had someone with her that knew the way. Usually she didn't trust anyone so quickly with this sort of thing, not when it was possible that he had an ulterior motive or some angle to play, but it was extremely difficult not letting herself just trust him. He knew the place, knew the random voices on the radio she never bothered to pay attention to, and seemed calmer than a lot of the other 'patients' in this place, so. That was enough, for now. Until she got her hands on a bat, anyway.
'Unfairly hot' made her grin, but it was too late to comment on that. And she wanted to ask about the radios, but. Maybe later. Getting a bat and being armed, that was the important thing.
But while she walked, she'd take the bait he set.
"I would actually love to hear a boring story about you. If not just because I was really banking on this being a quick job, maybe some sneaky running to get out to the shed without being seen, but otherwise nothing too risky. Are we talking monsters or armed guards?"
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Wichita hadn't honestly been expecting Kirk-- Riverside to catch up with her, but it was sort of a blessing because she couldn't seem to get her map out of her boot anyway. Not without sitting down and untying it, and that seemed like entirely too much effort when she now had someone with her that knew the way. Usually she didn't trust anyone so quickly with this sort of thing, not when it was possible that he had an ulterior motive or some angle to play, but it was extremely difficult not letting herself just trust him. He knew the place, knew the random voices on the radio she never bothered to pay attention to, and seemed calmer than a lot of the other 'patients' in this place, so. That was enough, for now. Until she got her hands on a bat, anyway.
'Unfairly hot' made her grin, but it was too late to comment on that. And she wanted to ask about the radios, but. Maybe later. Getting a bat and being armed, that was the important thing.
But while she walked, she'd take the bait he set.
"I would actually love to hear a boring story about you. If not just because I was really banking on this being a quick job, maybe some sneaky running to get out to the shed without being seen, but otherwise nothing too risky. Are we talking monsters or armed guards?"