[ Zane keeps close - realistically, physically, he's built bigger than the Doctor, the other far more lanky, but Tom isn't an idiot. There's something in the other, the way he walks, that flicker of a facial expression that tells him an entire story. If it's accurate is yet to be determined, but he's fairly certain of two things. One, the Doctor can handle himself in this sort of situation. Two, Zane cannot. ]
We are. [ He's quick to agree, keeping close to the other, occasionally ducking down if there's a particularly loud noise near them, very much wanting to keep his head and not get hurt in any way whatsoever. A gun, he thinks -- he needs to find a gun at some point. Better than the knife. For now his weapon is the Doctor, although the other seems quite reluctant to go that way.
That's good. Make this a happy narrative. Wind the story into something hopeful. Yes. That works, too, Tom thinks. ]
It's chaos, man. That's what they don't like. It's not us. It's not personal.
[ It seems very, very personal anyway. Tom is taking it personally. He glances over to try to read his friends' face. ]
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We are. [ He's quick to agree, keeping close to the other, occasionally ducking down if there's a particularly loud noise near them, very much wanting to keep his head and not get hurt in any way whatsoever. A gun, he thinks -- he needs to find a gun at some point. Better than the knife. For now his weapon is the Doctor, although the other seems quite reluctant to go that way.
That's good. Make this a happy narrative. Wind the story into something hopeful. Yes. That works, too, Tom thinks. ]
It's chaos, man. That's what they don't like. It's not us. It's not personal.
[ It seems very, very personal anyway. Tom is taking it personally. He glances over to try to read his friends' face. ]
Chaos is great, though. Nessecary.