[ Shit. It's a kid. That presents a problem Lalo hadn't anticipated. He'll have to be careful about how he approaches her. She's cute, innocent-looking, and almost looks to him like a doe, or a baby bird, the kind that needs to be gently cradled in your hands to avoid being crushed. Lalo, despite his charm and skill at manipulation, has always crashed through life from Point A to Point B like a bull in a china shop, mowing down anything and anyone in his path. He's not accustomed to the kind of care he can already tell he'll need to take with her, but all he can do is try is best. To be gentle. Easy.
He still has something she wants, after all, so hopefully she won't be too skittish to deal with him.
The thought, inadvertently broadcast into his own mind, in a young girl's voice and not his own, is a strange experience; it startles him a little, to hear another voice so clearly ringing in his head. But he almost instinctively understand what it must be. Her thoughts. The girl's. Wondering if it's blood.
He feels slightly bad about approaching her. Maybe he'd feel guilty, were he capable of guilt. But he steps forward anyway, calling out a: ]
Hey!
[ As he steps towards her. He moves slowly, trying not to startle her. His good hand, previously gripping his injured arm, is held up as a gesture of goodwill.
He's smiling too, but it's a pained smile. He looks pale; he's lost blood. Some of the blood he's clearly has soaked all the way through, from his injured arm all the way through his sleeve. He has bandages, from where the old man tried to patch him up, but they're soaked through at this point too. They'll need to be changed, or better yet. He'll need to be stitched up. The wound will need to be disinfected.
Despite his injured, there's a decidedly unnerving cheerfulness about him. In a less dire situation, it might seem like a kind of easy charm, or even welcoming; right now, though, his cheeriness contrasted with his dire physical situation gives a sort of uncanny valley effect.
Despite that, Lalo means truly no harm. At least not to Kate, and not in this situation. ]
Don't be afraid. I come in peace.
[ A deep, only slightly shaky breath. An almost awkward laugh at his own dumb joke. Slightly pained, just like his smile. He can't help thinking that she almost reminds him of a bit of Ciro, with the aura of shyness and the innocence that lingers around her. ]
I should let you know, I'm the one left that note for you. You drew that? You're very talented. [ He means that completely. Lalo might be manipulative but he's also genuine in his friendliness, and sincere in his compliments when he gives them. He sees no contradiction between his genuine good cheer and doing what he has to do to protect himself.
He does keep some distance. He is aware of how it would look for a man his age to get too close to a young girl he just met, and he doesn't want to spook her any more than Lalo . ]
I can give you the information you want. The old man, he told me a lot about that thing you drew. But you have to help me too. Okay? [ He looks at her to gauge understanding. ]
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He still has something she wants, after all, so hopefully she won't be too skittish to deal with him.
The thought, inadvertently broadcast into his own mind, in a young girl's voice and not his own, is a strange experience; it startles him a little, to hear another voice so clearly ringing in his head. But he almost instinctively understand what it must be. Her thoughts. The girl's. Wondering if it's blood.
He feels slightly bad about approaching her. Maybe he'd feel guilty, were he capable of guilt. But he steps forward anyway, calling out a: ]
Hey!
[ As he steps towards her. He moves slowly, trying not to startle her. His good hand, previously gripping his injured arm, is held up as a gesture of goodwill.
He's smiling too, but it's a pained smile. He looks pale; he's lost blood. Some of the blood he's clearly has soaked all the way through, from his injured arm all the way through his sleeve. He has bandages, from where the old man tried to patch him up, but they're soaked through at this point too. They'll need to be changed, or better yet. He'll need to be stitched up. The wound will need to be disinfected.
Despite his injured, there's a decidedly unnerving cheerfulness about him. In a less dire situation, it might seem like a kind of easy charm, or even welcoming; right now, though, his cheeriness contrasted with his dire physical situation gives a sort of uncanny valley effect.
Despite that, Lalo means truly no harm. At least not to Kate, and not in this situation. ]
Don't be afraid. I come in peace.
[ A deep, only slightly shaky breath. An almost awkward laugh at his own dumb joke. Slightly pained, just like his smile. He can't help thinking that she almost reminds him of a bit of Ciro, with the aura of shyness and the innocence that lingers around her. ]
I should let you know, I'm the one left that note for you. You drew that? You're very talented. [ He means that completely. Lalo might be manipulative but he's also genuine in his friendliness, and sincere in his compliments when he gives them. He sees no contradiction between his genuine good cheer and doing what he has to do to protect himself.
He does keep some distance. He is aware of how it would look for a man his age to get too close to a young girl he just met, and he doesn't want to spook her any more than Lalo . ]
I can give you the information you want. The old man, he told me a lot about that thing you drew. But you have to help me too. Okay? [ He looks at her to gauge understanding. ]