[Her vest, although brittle and rotting, provides her skin with some shelter from L's spiky limbs, although it does seem to part incredibly easily... like ancient cloth pulled from out of a landfill. Still, a vest full of holes was better than claws on bare, burned skin.]
[She scales the fence nimbly, clambering over its top and making the descent down as if she'd done it a thousand times. Which, honestly, she probably had. Once on the pasty soil of the junkyard, she pauses, considering letting L down... then reconsiders. He's not terribly heavy, and there's not much further to go. It's quicker this way.]
[She sets off through the immense mounds of scrap metal, plastic, and rotting vegetation, still carrying him like one might a younger sibling.]
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[She scales the fence nimbly, clambering over its top and making the descent down as if she'd done it a thousand times. Which, honestly, she probably had. Once on the pasty soil of the junkyard, she pauses, considering letting L down... then reconsiders. He's not terribly heavy, and there's not much further to go. It's quicker this way.]
[She sets off through the immense mounds of scrap metal, plastic, and rotting vegetation, still carrying him like one might a younger sibling.]