That 'hey' caught Sam's attention, since she hadn't expected a third party present. She pivoted, surprise plain on her face, but relaxed upon seeing who it was---until she saw he was hurt. (Even in the poor light of the parking lot, it was easy to see; the injury showed in Will's aura, like a smudged line of lead, or a streak of ink.) She tilted her head, regarding the boy with mixed curiousity and concern. “What happened?” Something had to have---besides her having dropped something? Eyes still on the boy, Sam frowned a little as she patted at her pockets. Passport, debit card, rabbit's foot, button, one tightly-folded $20 bill, etc, etc---everything present and accounted for, apparently.
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Date: 2017-12-23 10:15 pm (UTC)