Molly, with her own plate of food, is equally surprised to see a familiar face, especially this far from home. The cop brain kicks in — instinct, really, probably of the survival variety — and before she can think about what a mess it's going to make, she drops her entire plate of eyes and brains in favor of reaching for a service weapon she's not even wearing.
"Hold it—!" she says, but even as it's out of her mouth she understands why that won't work. The guy can't hear, right? They'd established that, had shared a tentative, tense bond together in that hospital, two wounded and confused creatures. She thought then that Wrench had reminded her of a hit dog, not just wounded but wary, and hadn't that been how all his kind had acted? Not friendly, not local. Liable to pull knives even at parties.
Backing up, taking a defensive stance, Molly has inched away enough that she's got a clear escape should she need it. She doesn't have a lot of choice here — unarmed is one thing, unarmed against a giant is another — so she's ready to run if she has to.
"Didya follow me? Huh?" He can read lips, she remembers that. And he must recognize her (although Molly is fairly certain there are people who react this way to all law enforcement, not just the ones they might recognize). "Didya— Didya bring me here?" she accuses, widening the conspiracy. It doesn't make any sense based on what she already knows, but in the heat of the moment, the only familiar face in town is most definitely the easiest to blame.
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"Hold it—!" she says, but even as it's out of her mouth she understands why that won't work. The guy can't hear, right? They'd established that, had shared a tentative, tense bond together in that hospital, two wounded and confused creatures. She thought then that Wrench had reminded her of a hit dog, not just wounded but wary, and hadn't that been how all his kind had acted? Not friendly, not local. Liable to pull knives even at parties.
Backing up, taking a defensive stance, Molly has inched away enough that she's got a clear escape should she need it. She doesn't have a lot of choice here — unarmed is one thing, unarmed against a giant is another — so she's ready to run if she has to.
"Didya follow me? Huh?" He can read lips, she remembers that. And he must recognize her (although Molly is fairly certain there are people who react this way to all law enforcement, not just the ones they might recognize). "Didya— Didya bring me here?" she accuses, widening the conspiracy. It doesn't make any sense based on what she already knows, but in the heat of the moment, the only familiar face in town is most definitely the easiest to blame.