Name: Maria<br/>Location: Town Hall/Giga's HMMWV<br/>Summary: Walking with Giga<br/>Tagged: Giga<br/><br/>Maira's pace was rather normal for her, though he likely was going a bit slower than he normally did. She did not try to pull away from his hold on her. She looked up to him just once then turned to look at his large hand on her shoulder. She was reminded of when she was little and had held her had next to Ajax's hand and it would be so much bigger then her own. She did notice that the way they walked she really had no where to go even if she did get away, she was between him and the raider's vehicles there was likely some already pack and waiting.<br/><br/>She looked up to him though when he spoke and then gave a small nod. His voice was slightly soothing, though it missed the warmth. She looked away just as quickly as she had looked to him. "Sorry." She said quietly. She shifted a bit uncomfortably in his hold. She was a small young lady, she had always been aware of that being so close to such a huge man left her on edge though.<br/><br/>She stopped when he opened the door to his car, well it looked different then any car she had seen before but she did not know what else to call it. She hated to have to go with his man, she knew once she got in there was no going back. There had probably been no going back from the time Giga had laid his eyes on her actually, but getting in and driving off really made her feel like her fate was officially sealed.  She climbed in at his gentle nudge sliding her bag onto her lap. For just one second she wondered if she could drive off but quickly shook that thought away.<br/><br/>She hugged her bag close, burying her face into it. A small sob shook her body as her long red hair fell about her face. Her knuckles turned white from her grip on the bag. She looked up though resting her chin on top of the bag after that one hard sob had cleared her system. The tears were still there though, rolling silently down her cheeks, she kept her pale blue eyes locked out the window though. Her hair sticking to her damp cheeks. Her grip din't relax at all.