Angie glanced back at him smiling slightly. "We good?" She asked not knowing if he was being quiet on purpose or if he was upset with her.
She looked at a little blood dripping down his side cringing a little. She grabbed his hand steering a little off course. "First let's get you something clean to wear after Gabe fixes you up." She said quietly looking in a thrift store to see if anyone was looking towards the door before pulling Saga in. She didn't want anyone freaking out about his injuries.

Saga's body had admittedly, once again, numbed to the pain from his injuries but at Angie's tug to bring him in a sharp pain arose from his body, causing a sharp intake of breath from the boy. However, he stumbled after Angie, mostly so he could still use her as support as he currently didn't trust his shaky legs. However, he raised his un-injured arm to briefly wipe the tears that had formed in the corners of his eyes as they began to blur his vision and irritate his dark eyes.

Angie looked back at him apologetically. "Sorry... I didn't think you'd want anyone else to see you and freak out..." She said noticing him starting to lean on her before pulling his injured arm around her shoulders to help keep him standing.
"So... What size are you?" She asked looking at the racks before looking back at Saga. He was really tall and she wasn't sure what he'd want to wear.

Saga nodded understandingly. He knew full well if anyone were to see him, only more issues would be caused...either Angie would someone be blamed for them, or everything would get a lot more complicated then that...
Saga then blinked at he processed Angie's question in confusion before he realized what she meant. Clothes...
Glancing at the clothes, his eyes quickly scanning them as he wanted to get out of the strange smelling shop as quickly as possible, he gingerly grabbed the sleeve of a shirt that would defiantly be a bit baggy on him, but would do anyway...
He then glanced at Angie, wondering if she understand his simple tugging.

Angie nodding grabbing the shirt thinking about grabbing some pants for him. "Do you want pants too?" She asked glancing at his a little. They weren't as messy as his shirt.
She suddenly remembered she had work sometime today. She looked for her phone in her pocket before sighing. "Can I use your phone? I left mine back there." She said a little angry at herself for not thinking to pick it up off the ground.

(I'm so sorry for being so inactive, I'm just struggling to do anything right now so excuse the c***py reply)

Saga thought for a moment, his eyes glancing at the distance rack of trousers before shaking his head no. He didn't really need any, his trousers just looked tattered and dirtied and from what he had seen in the city, they weren't as bad as some people's trousers who seem to always have them down to their knees showing off their underwear.
However when Angie spoke, Saga slowly nodded and pulled out his phone. He winced a bit realizing the screen was smashed but hoped it worked anyway. He clicked the power button and then showed the lit-up screen on his phone displaying the time.

Angie looked at his phone curiously. "Can you text Julli and ask her to grab my phone off the ground back there?" She said trailing off as she noticed the cracked screen wondering if that had happened when the other werewolves threw him, or even when they hit him.
She swallowed shaking her head a little as she moved to go to the counter to buy the shirt and leave. She felt a slight drip of something wet going down her leg. She glanced down seeing a bit of a scratch on her leg. She sighed a little. She was always getting mystery cuts and they drove her nuts.