LeBlanc rolled his eyes. “Questions come with time, darling. Time to go- it’s not safe in the open, anyway.” LeBlanc responded plainly. As if on cue, a low rumble reverberated through the night, a high pitched screeching of metal following behind it. “Like that.” The dragon rumbled. It was too quick a response from such a distance to have been because of his whistle. “There are much more dangerous things than you could possibly know skulking around out here, and I’d rather not have to scrape bits of pretty fox woman off the streets.” He added. Before she had a chance to respond, he held up a finger.<br/><br/>“Before you start with some snarky comment or question about why you should trust me, well, you shouldn’t. You should recognize that I’m one of very few people on this island, and I happen to be very good at surviving.” LeBlanc explained. “So tag along or, y’know… get cut up by that thing.” He practically purred, pointing down the road to a hulking metal humanoid, at least twelve feet tall, thin filigrees of metal trailing behind him off his shoulders like a cape made of filaments and metal ribbons, scraping along the road, leaving trails of sparks. It let out a bellowing warcry upon seeing the two in the street.<br/><br/>Taka did as he and LeBlanc had planned- gunshots rang out, clanging off the metal-man’s head, one, two, three. Taka slung his rifle over his back and took a running leap off the other side of the building, gliding down towards the other survivor that had taken to the streets, knowing he would’ve pissed off that<span style="font-style: italic">thing</span>long enough to make sure that LeBlanc had a chance to get out, and they’d meet up back at the lighthouse.<br/><br/>He swooped down to the street in a tight circle, stumbling a little on his landing a short way away from the other sniper, raisings his wings up to show he meant no harm. “Hello. We really need to go, okay?” Taka asked quietly. He was a timid one, and it showed easily in how he carried himself. “My name is Taka, I guess we both do the whole… sniper… thing.” He added. “I’d shake your hand but… wings.”<br/><br/>Taka looked over his shoulder and pointed down the road. “We have a few blocks to cover before we head down towards the sea. We’re held up in the lighthouse. It’s defensible, but the monsters don’t ever try to come for us there.” Taka explained sheepishly. “Just don’t, ah, try to shoot me. That happens sometimes with newcomers. I know you can’t remember much and you’re confused, but we all are like that at first.”