She looks a little bedraggled. Wild red hair, soft lavender eyes... and those eyes are frantic, confused. Scared. She doesn't know where she is or how she got here, only that... only that it's probably her parents doing, no matter how ridiculous the idea might be. She stumbles into him, apologizing even as she starts staggering away.
He could restrain her, but he's trying not to scare her more, and six feet of skin suddenly holding her back would be counter-productive. Not to mention highly unwise on a New York City street.
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"Hey... are you okay?"
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A ball of fire floats between them before she pulls away and starts running in the opposite direction. The ball of fire snuffs a few steps in.
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"Hey! I'm not going to hurt you."
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