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I always find my way home. [except that one time they didn't. but the less said about that, the better. instead, he means that he always finds his way back to her. even if it mostly works the other way round. one way or another, they always end up where they need to go.

except right now. because this definitely wasn't a stop along the way.]

Can't make any theories till we take a look around. [pulling away is more difficult than he'd care to admit, but he eventually manages to step back enough to make his intentions clear. time's a wasting, and they still have a teenager and a troll to find too.] Whatever's going on though, we'll work it out.

[ it's not something they can discuss now, but it's something she wants to discuss later. preferably not here, but if they can't leave then eventually. it's pretty likely that he's not going to want to, but she still has a lot of questions and she's sure at least some of the same things are on his mind, even if he's trying to shove them to the darkest corners of it. ]

Right. [ her hands find his and squeeze tight before she lets go entirely, and she starts stepping towards the rows of lockers. a moment of observing tells her how they operate, and she turns back to her brother, gesturing at him to follow her lead. (it's unnecessary; he always does.) ] I think we can find something more than towels this way.

[ and, with any luck, their weapons, but she doubts that fortune will follow them that far. ]

[that's definitely a conversation he'll do his best to avoid. and given their current situation, it should hopefully be an easier feat to accomplish than it's ever been back home. a new location gives a whole new set of distractions to take advantage of.

when gretel starts moving, hansel's own steps come automatically as he follows after her; albeit at a slight distance. they always watch each others backs, and with them both currently weaponless, that's a strategy that neither of them can ignore here.]

Pants would be great right about now. [though with the look he gives to a nearby spectator. he's quick to rethink that.] A shirt for you, at least. [in other words, strangers had better stop ogling gretel unless they want to be stuck dealing with him.]

[ if the people around them are staring, gretel's not paying them any mind. they usually do for one reason or another; either because of how she wears pants and carries herself like a man or because they'd like to see what makes her a woman up close. she's capable of handling herself in either situation, especially the second, so her eyes roll when she notices hansel eyeing a passerby, but having more than a towel to cover herself with would be nice. ]

I'm thinking the numbers line up with which one of these is ours.

[half a lifetime spent with gretel as his only family; as the only person in his life that he can trust completely. he can't help but be protective of her, despite just how good she is at looking after herself. it's his job as her brother, and it isn't one he's willing to give up any time soon. so the onlooker is stared down until his eyes shift elsewhere, and hansel closes the gap by a pace. close enough now that he could reach her if he raised an arm.

and raise an arm he does. only it's so he can take a closer look at those numbers that'd been etched in to his skin without his consent.]

Guess using our names would be too simple.

[ she'll roll her eyes and protest, but she's glad to have her brother watching her back. all the two of them have is each other. the urge to reach behind her and grab his hand again is there when she spots him raising his, but quelled when she realizes what he's doing. she pauses to take a closer look as well. ]

Does yours mean anything to you?

Some kind of ranking system? [no, he has no idea what those numbers mean. only that the ones on his arm are one digit away from matching gretel's, and that has to mean something. why anyone would want to brand them like this, he doesn't know. but with all the other people still milling around the area, he's sure they'll find out soon enough.]

Guess we should... [a motion to the lockers; to the ones with matching numbers. he takes the lead this time, purposely stepping between gretel and his locker. he has no idea of what's inside, so he isn't going to risk gretel being front and center if its a trap. though judging by the fact others don't seem to be having any problems with hidden explosives, he could be overreacting a little. still, better safe than sorry. especially where gretel's concerned.

another glance to his number, and hansel finally tugs his locker open. carefully. he only breathes again once nothing seems to happen; no trap being tripped. neither of them are the sudden recipient of an arrow to the face. no, it seems that there's really...nothing to worry about here. which is the strangest part of it all. a look to gretel, a shrug, and he steps to the side so they can both check the contents.

clothes. and more importantly-] My gun?

[ she follows his gaze and nods in the direction of the lockers, then falls in step behind him as he starts to move towards his. ] Yeah. [ it could easily be a trap, but given that everyone around them is opening their doors without any danger she doesn't see it being too likely. still, she lets hansel open his door first; she knows he'll feel better if he does. ]

Small favors, I guess. [ it's muttered under her breath as she steps over to her locker and opens it. clothing is indeed there, along with her crossbow and a quiver of arrows. she glances over her shoulder at her brother, raising an eyebrow. ]

At least whatever's trapped us wants us to be comfortable.

By knocking us out, stripping us off, and shoving us in those tubes? [he isn't looking for an answer to that. not really. waking up in that vat of goo had been a shock, sure. but it's still being separated from gretel that hit him the hardest. after all that's happened, he doesn't want to let her out of his sight again any time soon. and witches or not, this situation they've stumbled in to only makes that urge stronger.

pulling his gun out the locker, he leans it against them instead, giving himself space to sift through the rest. shirt, jacket, pants- ah, there. his fingers wrap around his thighs holster, tugging it free so he can take a quick check inside. there's still a couple of full syringes, which means they've still got time to get out of there before he ends up slowing gretel down.]

Think the kid and the troll are here? [as difficult to miss as edward would be, he already doubts it. people are acting far too calmly right now for there to be a full grown troll walking amongst them. and ben, well, who knows with that kid.]

[ she looks over at him with a disdainful expression; he knew what she meant. but the joke is still comforting in an odd way, it makes her feel less anxious about their current situation. it makes her feel like he doesn't look at her differently, in spite of what they now know about their heritage, about what they now know about her. she's still not sure how she feels about that or what to do with it, and that muriel's wand is there, tucked underneath her crossbow, makes her feel all the more uneasy. she stands in front of her locker to block hansel's view of it and dresses before pulling out her crossbow, leaving the wand tucked in the darkest corner of space the locker provides. she glances over her shoulder when hansel pulls out his holster as she's lacing the cuffs on her wrists, turning around after closing her locker. ]

I think either one would have found us by now if they were. [ she nods to the syringe case. ] How much have you got?

Day and a half. Two if we're careful. [it's an off-handed comment, his own concerns pushed away for the time being. he knows that it'll be pushing it close for them. that he's going to need to find some more soon. but this place is completely unfamiliar, so he has no idea where they can even begin searching first.

it becomes a little easier to hide that concern once he finally pulls out a familiar leather satchel. the rest of the locker contents go ignored then as he flips it open, breathing a sigh of relief at the small collection of bottles sitting inside. it's those he shows to gretel then, grinning slightly as he does. with those, he has a little more time. weeks instead of days, and that's exactly what they need right now.]

Guess we should go see about finding a way back before they get each other killed. [not that he's particularly concerned about that. but as long as gretel gives a damn about them, he will too.]

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