<strong>Name:</strong>Giga<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Town Hall/Giga's HMMWV<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Leading Maria To Vehicle<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Maria<br/><br/>Giga waited until Maria reached him, and then he began to walk beside her, putting her before him whenever his width would only allow one of them to to through a doorway at a time. As they came out into the light of the oppressive sun, Giga slid an arm around Maria's slender shoulders, easily crossing the breadth of her back with a massive arm to let his hand rest on her far shoulder. Giga had such awfully big hands. A glove without fingers, made of leather or some reasonable facsimile thereof, to cover most of it, but his bare fingers were calloused and strong. The gigantic raider's grip was not tight - though Maria would likely find it so if she attempted to wrest herself free - but the solidity of his mass beside her was palpably overwhelming and nigh-impossible to ignore. Giga made sure to position himself between Maria and the town, such as it was, keeping her flanked on one side by him and the raiders' vehicles on the other. He walked matching her pace, although it was abominably slow for him given the difference in the length of their respective strides. Giga did not mind, though. It was just not a big deal.<br/><br/><strong>"Don't hide your tears."</strong>Giga said softly and quietly to her, his deep voice almost a soothing balm. As much as it could be, and as much as he was capable of such a thing, Giga tried. There was, however, a large gulf between what Giga was and the warm, loving wisdom of human kindness and empathy that instinctively gave comforting cadence to words that it was dubious that he would sound like anything except an other, born of the worst drags of the Old World and fashioned for the New World, playing at being a man.<br/><br/>He led her to his HMMWV, and opened the passenger side door for her. The interior of the vehicle was clean, and smelled faintly of pine and soap. Probably pine soap. At any rate, the interior was not an odorous den of unpleasantness and since the air conditioning still functioned, it could be rather pleasant when you were riding inside and did not have a future of slavery, abuse, and rape to look forward to filling your every waking thought. Giga did not, so it was really a nice ride, even if he would enjoy something heavier and having Steve take a look around was probably a little bit overdue. On the dash there was a bobblehead of a rotund man in an orange shirt and orange slacks. The oversized head showed rounded features, a bulbous nose, a large smile featuring several gold-painted teeth, and large sunglasses concealing the figure's eyes. Otherwise it was all business within the vehicle; guns and supplies were stowed in the back. A<em>lot</em>of guns. Giga had just about as many guns as the whole of Hope Springs. It was probably worth noting that he had machine guns, because really, a person did not need to be a good shot: they just needed to shoot a lot of bullets.<br/><br/><strong>"Get in."</strong>Giga urged Maria gently, applying some pressure to her back with his arm to nudge her forward a bit. Not enough to knock her down or put her off balance, but enough to be felt.