Anna was more shocked than anything, but it got even more when he just laughed. He just got beaten and now he smiled at her, mouth full of blood and it looked just gross to her.
"Because it’s unfair. Cowards or not. They should’ve helped.”
Anna watched him for a moment, her eyes trailing over bruises and even more blood, till she noticed that she just stared at him, a stranger in bad condition. She shook her head to get her mind clear, a short glimpse to the dog, she shushed away briefly. It was a good thing she wasn’t scared of animals, not considering the danger first.
"Come on, can you walk? We need you to get rid off the blood, or you’ll earn even more weird glances."
And while it was arguable just how convenient her inability to filter any immediate expression proved in the past, it served good purpose to her now, as Jim closed bloodied lips for her sake. He wasn't so much disgusted with it as she seemed to be. But he oed her a debt, and he'd pay it silently; a large reason being the blood he had to constantly swallow or spit to his side.
"Hey, first 'f all, forget the blokes. The dog would'a probably used 'em as chew toys.
'N second 'f all, 'f you think I'm gonna be intimidated by some weird glances,"
quoatation marks —— "Y' gotta 'nother thing comin' yer way."
Lies. And though he managed to conceal the irrational phobia of being stared at, it was a lie to say he wasn't used to it. Standing on his own two feet, that had sported a pair of newly ripped and ashed jeans, Jim took a leap of faith with this girl, nodding his head once to urge her to take the lead.
