The male watched her strangely, a glint in his eye as he analyzed her every move, every shift, every breath. Jefferson was by no means a psychic and possessed no supernatural powers whatsoever — he had seen true tragedy in many eyes, many of such emotions on his own behalf for the things he had done and inflicted on them. He knew what sadness looked like, he knew how pain could be hidden and suppressed. That he had experienced himself, just as much as he had seen it on others. Perhaps it was a strange sense of empathy on him, but if so, it was surely misguided.
The one-eyed brute did not comment on her homelessness. He had made it obvious that Phoenix Valley was a haven, and if she chose to go there for sanctuary, then so be it. Jefferson would not deny he smelled AniWaya on her, but perhaps she had only neared the territory rather than called herself a member of it. Regardless of such things, there were clearly bigger issues at hand, something she would not share, and something he was not sure he truly cared too much about in a total stranger.
"I only offered because you look so goddamn paranoid," he mumbled, partially to himself. He straightened himself up as if to leave; clearly he was frightening her more than helping either way. "I'll just get out of your hair then, so you can start breathing again."
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