( he's awake now, no longer sleep-addled and fully aware that while he is somewhere new, he'd arrived fully armed, all his gear's on him, and the person he'd just swung a knife at in a moment of panic is--a good foot shorter than him with a voice he's fairly certain belongs to a child. not that being a child makes her defenseless; jason's gotten his ass kicked by a specific tween more often than he cares to admit, but it does kill off the animosity he reserves for every non-kid he comes across. jason's an asshole, but he's not that kind of asshole.
she wraps the sheet. . . around her shoulders, far as he can tell. the outline settles his nerves, kills off the last of the fight instinct that hit him when she managed to catch him off guard. he can't hear anyone else, he could pull on his mask to check for heat signatures but that seems like it might be overkill. especially when he's already a good--foot taller than her, already almost cut her, and she's going out of her way to make herself at least a little visible. )
Didn't think ghosts aged any.
( with a hand dropping down, to prop up against his hip. )
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she wraps the sheet. . . around her shoulders, far as he can tell. the outline settles his nerves, kills off the last of the fight instinct that hit him when she managed to catch him off guard. he can't hear anyone else, he could pull on his mask to check for heat signatures but that seems like it might be overkill. especially when he's already a good--foot taller than her, already almost cut her, and she's going out of her way to make herself at least a little visible. )
Didn't think ghosts aged any.
( with a hand dropping down, to prop up against his hip. )