Maybe it was the sheer amount of adrenaline that still seemed to course through her veins, but the heat hadn't yet had a profound effect on her. If anything, her body was seemingly ignoring its discomfort in the wake of her need to find someplace to hide, someplace to run to. The need to find anywhere else away from where she'd washed up as they'd certainly be closing in, right? The need to stay alert and vigilant if they'd already found her.<br/><br/>So, while it was hot, her mind was focusing on other avenues like where she could get a ride further away, how she'd get around without any money to her name or a vehicle of her own. That was a whole other issue for her, how to get around and how to stay somewhere without any sort of funds. When she'd dreamed of breaking out, she never really took the time to plan for that, focusing on the impossibility of escape itself. But now that she was out...what did she do?<br/><br/>She'd lucked out, it seemed. Thus far, this man who appeared to be far more cautious, hesitant and unsure than she, he was helping her. She didn't want to press her luck and put him in any compromising positions, so all she needed to know was a direction to move in and she'd be good.<br/><br/>...Then the other voice she'd heard earlier was now louder and closer than ever, causing her hear to jump into her throat. Eyes jumping all over for another place to hide, going so far as to start trying to drop down to crawl under the giant truck. Freezing there, on the ground, unable to move even if she'd wanted to, the woman just waited. Had she been religious, she'd have prayed to a god that he not walk any further back there, that the man helping her could keep him occupied until such a time as she could move and the immediate threat would be removed. On the ground, time seemed to slow to a near halt, the only thing louder than their voices being the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears.<br/><br/>But, finally, through the grace of whatever powers that be, he moved on and she could breathe easier again. The breath she didn't realize she'd held was let go in a flurry of air, clambering to her feet and dusting herself off. Then, as she listened to what he said, the remainder of the dirt falling away, she turned her attention more completely toward him and was struck by what she saw.<br/><br/>Blue eyes. Startlingly blue like the eyes described in the books she read. Her eyes traveled over his face briefly, from his strong jaw, to the lips that she was sure could hold a brilliant smile if ever he'd offered one (but she doubted she'd see it). He was the epitome of the heros in every novel she'd read as far back as she could remember. Lily wasn't stupid enough to think that she was in one of those scenarios, but it gave her something to remember for as long as she could, something to imagine when she got lonely.<br/><br/>"That would...that would be great, thank you," Lily answered, voice muffled beneath the scarf but the genuine gratitude evident in its tone with a renewed vigor. "I'll be out of your hair soon, I promise. Just lead the way, and then you'll can get back to your day."