@morbidIy Bending at the knee, she perched near him, about three feet to keep a safe distance between her and the boy; there might be a reason he's bound. "Name's Raza, friend." To show a token of tentative trust she slowly reached toward her back pocket and gently pulled out a white cloth. With a dab away of the spit that flew onto her face, she held the handkerchief out to the male, "you got something on your face, there. Best you wiped off before you got out of here." Despite his snarls, Raza kept a calm face; he can't be blamed for his behavior.