“What? How?” There is no one protecting her? Her brows go down and she gives me an incredulous look. “I put one foot in front of the other and walked out?” “And no one was there to stop you?” “Last I checked, it was a tribe, not a prison. And I don’t know if you noticed, but people are a little busy lately. No one’s got time to hang out with a bored human.” She says it in a casual voice, but there is a tension on her round, funny-looking human face.
