[ Ziggy frowns at him when she realises he’s looking at her like… She can’t quite tell… It isn’t just curiosity, nor pure concern, actually he doesn’t seem anywhere near as freaked out as she’d expect someone to be when some kid stumbles off a train covered in blood. He’s not screaming in horror.

He also seems so flustered when she calls him out that she can’t bring herself to be a total brat about it. She’s used to people looking at her and judging, only seeing a Shady Sider, and responding with the kind of derision they think people like her deserve. ]

Yeah I guess you could say I’m new here. [ Ziggy shrugs and offers him an attempt at a smile that comes out half-smirk, half-grimace. ] Fresh off the forest floor and thankfully knife in the chest free. I guess this isn’t too uncommon here? [ she gestures at the blood. Still tempted to check herself for stab wounds even though it no longer hurts. ]