take this sinking boat and point it home [Dante's/open]
Taylor leads Lucy into Dante's, the bar. He's glad to be out of that sickly mist, which makes him a little nauseous and gives him the idea that something bad is about to happen, or just happened. Something really, really bad. Though meeting Lucy wasn't so terrible, really. But it's not that. It still nags at him a little bit, though the nagging has gone away now that he's inside. It's much nicer.
He pulls out a chair at a table and looks around for anyone else to help Lucy more then he can. He's no good at this helping thing, especially at a place he hasn't been for very long. If it was the City, sure, he could direct her to sixty different things he could need in ten seconds flat. But in this little town full of people who survive, he knows virtually nothing.
Maybe someone else here knows more then him?
He pulls out a chair at a table and looks around for anyone else to help Lucy more then he can. He's no good at this helping thing, especially at a place he hasn't been for very long. If it was the City, sure, he could direct her to sixty different things he could need in ten seconds flat. But in this little town full of people who survive, he knows virtually nothing.
Maybe someone else here knows more then him?