She drifted a part way onto the ride, although this time she held on. She was tired, and right now, she didn't really wanna think too much about anything as the ride went on and on. Every question and thought in her mind was nothing new. They all had bounced about her mind for all this time, and now, the ball has settled. They'd be there shortly, no neethe d to mull over it.
What woke her was the absence of things. The bike got more dull and he was leaning more. Her eyes were closed but she could tell she wasn't on a highway anymore. A couple of stops and her eyes flickered once to the view of stoplights and then closed once again.
"Hey kid, wake up. We're here."
"Oh god" was just written all over the kids face. If he didn't know any better, she looked she just got slammed by a bucket of ice water. The culmination of all of her rehearsals came flying to her all at once. His gripping of the shoulder pulled her out.
"Come on. They're waitin' for ya."
He said it so casually and straightly, almost like a recommendation rather than a command. She didn't know the man and she'd not known if he would ever fully grasp the weight of him seeing her again, but he had an aura of "knowing" better than she, and so she followed, though she probably would have been just content standing there and glimpsing at them from outside the shop for an hour as she thought of the best thing to say.
He appeared through the door first, thick trench coat hiding his full kit. An Ice-Cream shop wasn't exactly the most dangerous of places most of the time but for all he knew, some random enemy could show up to seek vengeance. Or those Cartels she messed with could just drive by them. Too many things could happen, but that was a bridge to be crossed if they needed to. Right now, there was nothing he'd expect and the girl was clearly way more worried about other things. She shrunk back, her eyes going right to the ground as she sharply glanced and about the Ice-Cream shop for any sign of the pair. Elliot saw the two immediately, recognizing the one who dropped kicked him out of that second window by build and by her hair.
Smirking, he walks up to the pair facing the door, raising his head to greet the "Noir Rose" he met all that time. "I say I was gonna find the kid of wha-" He looked around, muttering a silent "Shit" to himself as he wondered where she was. Turns out she was still standing at the front of the store, staring off into space and consumed by her thoughts for but a moment. She snapped to and started off towards him, only for him to step aside.
She was revealed to them. And they to her.
Mouth opened and she made a gasping noise, the closest she came to assembling some semblance of word at that moment. Her eyes went down again to see how she looked. She didn't smell bad as she could shower and she had gotten her clothes washed before she came here. Then towards them for a split second. Then off into the people. Why were those two cashiers. Oh man. Is there anyone staring at them? She must look like a complete idiot. Okay. Okay. Try again. "Say hi." She says to herself.
"Eeehp." She finally gets out. At least it was a noise, as she couldn't get anything out. Thoughts swirl about Nastaya seeing her hesitate again and mostly things about her being a complete and utter dunce. Especially with her just....standing there. Looking at them both like a deer frozen in headlights.
Why am I so stupid?