She glanced at the garage, frowning just a little. "Okay...well, here." She handed him the plastic card key. "If you're really worried about it, go back to the motel." For once, her tone didn't sound condescending in any way.

He took her hand instead of the card key. "What about you?" He was shocked at her tone but his own tone was honestly worried and not trying to hide it. His teal eyes softening. In worry.

She was shocked, especially after the whole apology not accepted thing. She wasn't entirely sure what she would do if she got caught. "I'll be fine..." probably. She didn't say that so she didn't scare him. Or herself.

Oh, he wasn't doing this because of that flutter flutter he had for her. He was seriously scared of what the heck would happen to him if she was gone. He had no world to go back to. He had lost everything, all he had. Was her. Sadly. But he let her hand go and tenderly took the card key, sighing. "Okay..." He clearly didn't fully buy it.

"I'll be fine," she repeated, finding more truth in it this time. They didn't have a clear picture of her, the way they did for Vexin.

Reluctantly he nodded, taking a slow step back to turn toward the motel/hotels direction. He was obviously genuinely concerned now.

It was really quiet out, with only the occasional car speeding past. After he'd been walking for about five minutes, he could hear a new noise: rhythmic footsteps striding behind him, growing closer.

As he walked this scared him, his pace subtly moving faster and he felt shivers tingle down his spine. Not the usual hum of his spine. He clutched his bracelet tightly, the metal digging into his opposite palm.

"Wait! Jeez, why do you have to walk so fast?" It was Electa, thankfully. And even if he wasn't walking fast, every one of his strides equaled three of hers.

He just about turned and hugged her in relief but she was still Gun girl. But he did slow for her, a shutter racking his body. "You don't know how much only your foot steps behind me scared me."