He looked like he thought her mental. Glancing around after he stared at her like she had two heads, he started in on where they were, and what direction she should head. She didn’t need a hospital, nor a shelter, nor a shop; not until she had money, anyway. But downtown would have maps, maps that she could use to figure out where to head before she drew suspicion and, judging by the reception she had earlier that morning with the crowd around her, her attire would make her stand out more. But a ride on the back of the truck looked like a death wish.<br/><br/>Before she could think more on it, the sound of a can had her jumping, her back hitting the wall and nearly throwing her into him as she tried to recover, which resulted in a high-pitched sound escaping, her arms flailing as she tried to recover, back falling into the wall again as she pressed hard into the brick.<span style="font-style: italic">For the love o-</span><br/><br/>Another voice, this one decidedly angrier than this man had been. And the bag dropping from his hands just had her jumping again, her heart hammering wildly, threatening to burst out of her ribcage at any moment. A hand clutched at her chest, struggling to breathe through the scarf, to catch her breath, as he went about getting the trash gathered for the bag. This was her one shot to get a ride and make good time. Who knew how far she had to go to get to downtown? Who knew if she’d have managed it on her own? But he was a stranger—<span style="font-style: italic">As everyone would be,</span>a voice reminded herself—who wanted to put her on the back of a truck, meaning she’d have to hang off of it. What if she fell into the back of the thing? What if she fell off and into traffic? Wouldn’t her presence on it cause a stir? It wasn’t as though she looked like him, with a jumper on.<br/><br/>The longer she stood there, the further away her chance to leave got. Did she take his offer?<br/><br/>“W-Wait just a sec!” Lily finally managed, stepping away from the wall and hesitantly walking toward the truck. “So I…I just…hang off of the back?”