After having walked away from the group, she made a resemblance of physical and mental refuge close to a nearby building, her back against the wall, taking in some deep breaths with eyes closed shut. She did a sort of meditation, a winding down after the fight, something she had learned to do on the streets to reflect on things and stay on the straight and narrow.<br/>She could often remember all of those she had met on the street who had turned to crime, to drugs, to alcohol to survive, to cope.<br/>This is how she coped.<br/>When she felt another presence approach her she stayed still, eyes closed and waiting for another attack, though it never came.<br/>She listened to him, giving him some consideration to his words and his motivations. She took in a soft breath before opening her eyes, her gaze steady and sharp behind the clear framed glasses.<br/>"You seem like you mean well, but a lot of people who mean well still end up doing damage to me and others around them." she said then paused briefly.<br/>"I don't fully believe you about the whole 'save the park thing' and don't think I will until I see things with my own eyes... but I accept your apology." She turned to face him then took a moment to judge him for a second.<br/>"Joby, I'm not sure if I get your whole story nor am I sure that I want to, but this seems like it means a lot to you," She glanced over to the rest of the people then back at him. "That having these people get along and work together means a lot to you... so I'll make you a deal. I came here to this theme park because of some whisperings, an offering, a sort of bounty to gleen then provide evidence of 'real' disney characters." She explained a little reluctantly, almost begrudgingly. "If you help me with that I'll help you out with this, 'team' of yours." She offered. "They seemed undisciplined and generally unwieldy, especially that girl with a screw loose... make that more than one." she corrected herself as she watched the girl lick a bloody piece of glass, a little disturbed.<br/>"It may not seem like it but I understand teamwork, you are lacking in that right now, so if you can help me out, I'll do my best to get this ragtag group you have into working shape." She offered. "You also owe me a new scarf," she added when she saw her dark woolen scarf get ripped to shreads, lamenting a little for the many nights the thing had kept her warm. "A nice wool one..."