<span style="font-family:Palanquin">Despite the fact that they were now on a bus heading away from their pursuers and likely currently not being tracked, Jinora was still just as tense as she had been the whole rest of the time. The situation still wasn’t safe and as long as she was with him, she knew that Sly never <i>would</i> be safe because as far as she knew, they would always be able to track her. Eventually, they would catch her. If she was with him, that would put him right in their hands as well and she didn’t like that idea. She liked Sly. He didn’t deserve to fall into their hands. That was really all there was to it. <br/>
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“<i>I’m</i> crazy!?” she asked him, baffled. “I’m not the one who went after someone who clearly told you that staying away was the far better option for your own health on all accounts.” Looking at him, wide eyed and in shock, Jinora was - without realizing it - giving him the first honest glimpse of her eyes. From a distance, they were just green and normal. Up close, though, it was clear that they weren’t that at all. The slightest reflection of the interface Jinora worked with every second of her life would shine in the light and then the mechanics within them would become nearly as clear as glass itself. The lens was glass so that only made sense. <br/>
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Chuckling, Jinora added, “And you’re worried about the purse of all things. I should give it to someone who really needs it. Did you get a look at that woman’s outfit?” Clearly, she hadn’t needed it. Even Jinora’s tone conveyed that much. <br/>
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When he said he was glad he ran into her, she rolled her eyes. What else was there to do? “I know what they are, more than you know,” she sighed. “I’ve been their prisoner for at least six years. Maybe more. I can’t really remember that much further back and they’ve held me at gunpoint to keep me their prisoner on more occasions than that. I think I know what they were well enough for myself.” She didn’t like that he seemed to be assuming she was helpless or lacking in any understanding of exactly what had just happened. In fact, Jinora could venture to guess she knew more about them than he did  although she wasn’t about to try and prove it. <br/>
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His touch, though… there was something about it as they sat down in their seats and as he ran his thumb along her arm. It felt like a jolt of electricity and Jinora couldn’t ignore it. Sly was awaking the rest of her senses, senses her body still possessed and had never lost in the first place. For so long, she’d relied solely on her eyes and with Sly, suddenly she remembered that all those other senses were real and that they were completely human things for her to have. W.I.N.T.E.R. hadn’t been willing to let her remember that they existed, that the senses were real. <br/>
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“I do enjoy your company,” she explained, “which is weird because I haven’t had company in ages. It would make more sense for me to despise it. Because I like you… I don’t want to be the reason for you to endure what they would do. They don’t need you alive. You don’t have something they want like I do. You’d become a lab rat that was expendable to them. I… I like you too much to want to let that happen and they can track me. They can track me and there’s nothing I can do to change that. They’re going to find me sooner than you think and I’d rather you not be here when they did.” It was honest. Every single word of it was true to everything Jinora knew. She didn’t expect him to just agree with it, but there was no doubting her sincerity.</span>