The rapidly approaching chill of the night stung at her cheeks as they hobbled along. However, the chill helped to numb her pain, and she had the heat that radiates off of Arc, so it didn’t seem so bad. As they walked, she felt his step become more lively, making her pick up her head and look around. As he pointed, telling her where the shelter was located, she squinted at the rock he seemed to be gesturing to, not seeing anything particularly out of place. She trusted him, however, so she met his requests to continue walking, and carried them further to the crevice. When the pair got closer, she saw that there was indeed a rather large plane tucked into the crack. It was old, and rusted, but boy was she glad to see it. The calf that the dog had managed to sink a few of its teeth into was begging to be rested, and she’d almost begun to develop a limp of her own. It would heal, but she just needed to sit, and clean it so it didn’t become infected.<br/><br/>As they walked, she listened to his explanation on how he acquired the jet. She frowned slightly at the thought of all those innocent people dying and looked down. “Most...?” she wasn’t sure what that meant, maybe all of them had died and he was just speaking words, but she didn’t think much into it. As they stepped into the plane, she let go of his back, seeing he was fairly good at hopping around on his own in his home. She looked around, taking in the sights of the makeshift home. She ran her fingers over the sides, looking around and observing the missing seats, and the self made spare room. She looked over at him as he asked her a question, giving him a smile and nodding “it’s...it’s really impressive. I like It,” she was being completely honest with him, she did like it. It was strange to her to be in such a safe, secure environment. Sure, the East Side was secure, but she was no where close to safe.<br/><br/>Once he began to settle, she leaned back and took a seat. She glanced up, making sure he was looking away before she gently rolled up the leg of her pants, wiping away the small trails of blood that trickled from the 3 holes in her leg. She cursed under her breath, deciding she’d just treat it tonight. It wasn’t as bad as she thought, and she could still walk, so she wasn’t sure that she needed to trouble him with the knowledge of her pain. Besides, the giant bruise on her back should cover it up nicely. She bit her lip, holding back a hiss as she looked up to him, rolling her pants down. She bit back a yawn, watching him do whatever he was doing with a smile. They were safe, he was safe, and that’s all that mattered. She admired him from the ground, smiling to herself he seemed more at ease here, and she liked that. However, the night was setting in, and she was feeling tired, so the ‘getting to know each other’ may have to wait a day.<br/><br/>“Arc? Um, I’ll sleep on the floor but, I think that we both need a long, long rest.” She said it quietly, unsure if he had heard her. Her nerves were dying down, well, for the most part, and she felt the full effect of her day on her eyelids, feeling heavy with sleep.