<span style="font-family:Viga">Even though she wasn’t partaking in the fight, watching it on some level was exhilarating and Adelaide could not come up with any logical reason as to why that would be the case. It was the oddest feeling she had ever endured; she’d definitely had worse feelings and she’d had more unusual ones, but this was inexplicable. On one level, she knew she should turn and walk the other way, let it happen and leave it alone because it wasn’t her problem and because getting herself out of it would ensure her own safety. On another level, though, she knew that if she left, there were things that wouldn’t happen that needed to happen - first among them being her getting home without running into another fight that might actually pose a threat to her. <br/>
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Adelaide did get lucky in one way. When the fight wrapped up with no one seeming to have actually won, the men who’d escorted each other off headed in the direction opposite of where she was standing. None of them seemed to notice she was there at all, actually, and once they were quite a ways off, she allowed herself to exhale a breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in the first place. Usually if there was a danger, it would come from the group rather than from the loner. Of course, even Adelaide knew that there could be exceptions which was part of the reason why she hadn’t moved since she’d gotten “close enough.”<br/>
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When he turned to face her, she still remained unmoving. He was sitting on the ground and he’d certainly been beat up enough so she didn’t think he was much of a threat to her; at least, he didn’t seem to be much of an immediate threat. If he started moving towards her right away, then Adelaide would have more reason to be afraid. <br/>
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He did move after a moment, though, and her eyes followed him with extensive caution. <br/>
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“It’s alright,” she finally managed to mumble a reply. “I just… I…” Adelaide promptly found that she really wasn’t sure what to say or why she was even still there. She still had to get home and it was getting later every second that she stood there which really wasn’t the goal. <br/>
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“Actually, I should probably just head home. It’s late.” The look on her face conveyed a bit more than just the fact that she needed to get home, though. The look on her face conveyed that she was afraid of running into another fight and that she knew not all fights would be as fortunate for her as that one had been. “Uhm… have a good night, I guess.” <br/>
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With that having been said, Adelaide continued walking towards her home. It was really only three blocks away now, once she started thinking again, so her reasons to actually be afraid were minimal. And in fact, she didn’t encounter any more problems between then and getting home.</span>