Hunter moved her head to the side. Well, that had worked surprisingly well. He wasn't sure what he did now. He looked up at the damage to the bridge. He guessed any money she might have had would be pretty much gone now. Along with her belongings. He looked down at her soaked clothes, which didn't look like they were in good shape either. The river wasn't exactly clean. He sighed, well, this would be awkward looking. He took her and swung her so she was over his back, and began to walk back towards his house. Even Hunter wasn't paranoid enough to believe someone would almost kill themselves like she had just done for a score, particularly because he had nothing she could steal to make up for the loss of a car.