[The dark-haired Heather moves in a gait that's half-shamble, half-lope. Like a corpse combined with some sort of wild animal. It's graceful, in a weird way. She leads him down rubble-filled alleyways and over rotten staircases without hesitation, occasionally looking over her shoulder to check if he's there every so often.]
[There are sometimes sets of unfriendly eyes that glimmer at them from the shadows and nooks they pass, but it would seem that her presence is enough to deter them from attacking... for the moment.]
[Eventually, as they round a bend, a gateway comes into view. It's some kind of immense junkyard, surrounded by chainlink. Pace visibly picking up when she spots it, Heather brightens and beckons to L once more.]
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[There are sometimes sets of unfriendly eyes that glimmer at them from the shadows and nooks they pass, but it would seem that her presence is enough to deter them from attacking... for the moment.]
[Eventually, as they round a bend, a gateway comes into view. It's some kind of immense junkyard, surrounded by chainlink. Pace visibly picking up when she spots it, Heather brightens and beckons to L once more.]