[Each look serves as a way of getting Angel's chin to jut up higher. She wasn't the inconvenience the man might have thought. She was doing just fine. Even if it was starting to cut into her palms and her arms were starting to ache. She would be fine. Surely it wouldn't be much longer. She'd survived worse.]
I'm alright. [Spoken as sweet as she could manage. She wasn't going to start a quarrel in the midst of helping someone else out.]
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I'm alright. [Spoken as sweet as she could manage. She wasn't going to start a quarrel in the midst of helping someone else out.]