[ It had taken Lucina nearly five minutes to extricate herself from the pile of trash she had found herself in - and then, more importantly, another ten to locate Falchion and its sheath. Somehow, it had become unclipped from her sword belt. It hadn't taken the skitter of a rat or even a cockroach to nudge her upward—like anyone who spent their formative years in a zombie apocalypse, she had been almost disturbingly alert.
Admittedly, she is quite unaware of the bits of giant wad of pink gum that had become lodged in her hair.
Seeing movement from a nearby middens pile, Lucina is moving as - as fast as reasonably possible. It's difficult to gain footing on this uneven, precarious terrain. More than once, she has to reach down and hold some garbage to steady herself. Quickly enough, she's at Kaneki's side, half-kneeling. One eye on him, one eye on their surroundings. ]
Are you alright, sir?
[ She holds out a hand for him to take. Get up, man. ]
phase I.
Admittedly, she is quite unaware of the bits of giant wad of pink gum that had become lodged in her hair.
Seeing movement from a nearby middens pile, Lucina is moving as - as fast as reasonably possible. It's difficult to gain footing on this uneven, precarious terrain. More than once, she has to reach down and hold some garbage to steady herself. Quickly enough, she's at Kaneki's side, half-kneeling. One eye on him, one eye on their surroundings. ]
Are you alright, sir?
[ She holds out a hand for him to take. Get up, man. ]