[ Rowan chuckles at the towel, at her entire reaction, though he does take the towel and hold it to his nose. It's better than getting blood on the mat, which he's sure they'll get in trouble for. In fact, he steps off the mat and to the side to wait for his nanites to take care of the damage. ]
I just mean, if you were in that situation, you would run after you hurt him and got him to let you go. Don't stay to fight or prove a point. You're just focused on your own safety. So you'd run, screaming.
[she can't help it, she was raised to be a caretaker. and she'd suppose that blood stains would be difficult to get out of the mat, following him off to the side]
Yes. I would. I know I'm no match for the--the various citizens of this city. I couldn't even hope to try for years, years I'd rather not spend here.
[ He pulls the towel away from his face after a few seconds, sniffing to confirm that the bleeding has at least stopped. He doesn't have pain nanites anymore, or rather their dialed down to zero, but the ache in his nose is far from distracting. ]
I hope the worst you get is the Rubies or something like them. They seem to be assholes rather than superpowered.
Hey, you can become good though. [ He doesn't want her to come away from this disheartened but more confident. ] There's nothing stopping you but practice.
[ He sniffs to make sure he can breathe properly, then carefully folds the towel so the blood is hidden and sets it aside. ]
They do. Someone tried to tell me they weren't all that bad, but... I don't know. Everything I hear about them sounds worse and worse.
[ He nods. He doesn't understand that fear because he never grew up in a world that had gangs, not like this or the ones from Constance's home, probably. But he knows her fear and it's valid. ]
All the more reason to get good at your defense. And a good reason to buy that stuff. Mace? Something to throw in their faces.
[she'd been assaulted and terrified by the people of the village when their house caught fire. she'd forgiven them for being afraid of her and her sister, but the mental scars remain]
I can't say that I've ever heard of mace? It's good, though? It works?
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I just mean, if you were in that situation, you would run after you hurt him and got him to let you go. Don't stay to fight or prove a point. You're just focused on your own safety. So you'd run, screaming.
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Yes. I would. I know I'm no match for the--the various citizens of this city. I couldn't even hope to try for years, years I'd rather not spend here.
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[ He pulls the towel away from his face after a few seconds, sniffing to confirm that the bleeding has at least stopped. He doesn't have pain nanites anymore, or rather their dialed down to zero, but the ache in his nose is far from distracting. ]
I hope the worst you get is the Rubies or something like them. They seem to be assholes rather than superpowered.
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[she's so glad to see that his nose isn't bleeding anymore]
Yes. The Rubies. They seem to think they own the Down.
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[ He sniffs to make sure he can breathe properly, then carefully folds the towel so the blood is hidden and sets it aside. ]
They do. Someone tried to tell me they weren't all that bad, but... I don't know. Everything I hear about them sounds worse and worse.
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and in the meantime, she sort of frets, knotting her hands together]
It does. They're why I'm usually too afraid to go into the Down unless who I'm meeting knows exactly when I should arrive.
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All the more reason to get good at your defense. And a good reason to buy that stuff. Mace? Something to throw in their faces.
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I can't say that I've ever heard of mace? It's good, though? It works?
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They probably have it somewhere in the city. It's a chemical you spray at people, in the eyes, and it causes a lot of pain. Then you can run.
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I wouldn't know where to begin looking, I suppose could ask?