intraspective | Apartment Above the Boards, Tuesday Morning

Reno kind of balked at that one. Those were words he didn't know well, but the way she was looking at him, looking at what was probably a bloody streak across his face...

He sighed, brushing a hand across his cheek and then moving it in front of his face so that he could study his bloodied fingertips. Right.

"I fell."

Yeah, that was all. Sure.

She squinted at him, small face confused, as she tried to work out what that meant.

Nope.

She didn't know that word. She got the 'I' bit, though, and thought he was probably agreeing with her.

"Daddy says ouchies should be fixed 'less they're from training."

Ino tried to stand, but got tangled in the too-large suit and flopped back down on her bum. She wanted to pout, but wound up giggling a bit instead. It was funny.

Yeah, Reno had no friggin' clue what any of that meant. He frowned at her thoughtfully, but decided against just immediately calling Tseng for a rescue. He could handle this.

Besides, there was no way in hell he was going to face the funsize edition of his boss until he'd dealt with the bite-size edition of his Rookie. And cleaned up a little. He offered her a (slightly bloody) smile, and then contemplated her whole ensemble. Yeah, the belt wasn't going to do any good, here. It didn't have notches that small. He'd contemplate that problem while peeling off her jacket and rolling up her shirt sleeves to practically her armpits. Then he held up a finger for a moment, a sort of wordless 'bear with me' before undoing her tie and reaching to thread that through her belt loops instead. Tied that off. Helped her stand. Rolled up her pant legs, and tied her jacket sleeves around her shoulders so she was wearing it like a cape...

Nothing to be done for her shoes, though. It wasn't like those shrank either, after all.

He just sort of spread his hands at her in question, giving a "Hmm?" asking if that was an improvement for the time being.

Ino endured the manhandling with the air of someone used to not being given much choice in what she was wearing.

But he did make it a lot easier for her to move in what she was wearing, so really, why would she complain? She did grab the edges of her 'cape' and give them a bit of a flap, though, because... cape.

Capes were fun.

"Thank you," she said, stumbling over the words a bit.

Ah, shit, that was cute. Where the hell did she get any right to be that friggin' cute so soon after they had been kicking one anothers' asses anyway?

"Frig," Reno muttered under his breath, before adding a slightly louder, "Yeah, you're welcome."

And then, with no real idea of what else to do in this situation, he held out his hand for her to take. Sector Seven was big and fraught with monsters. Not all of them were animals, either.

Ino took that hand trustingly, unquestioningly, smiling up at him.

Then she started chattering, because Ino had always liked to talk.

"Why's it smell so funny here? Why is is so dark? Are we inside someone's house?

She was pretty sure that was a broken table over there, and in the shadows she thought maybe there were chairs. It was all very intriguing.

But she was safe. Because he was there with her. So Ino didn't worry about anything.

Reno... had no freaking clue what she was going on about, so he just kind of offered her a wry smile, looked down at her as he straightened up again - he was going to have to get Rude to yank those friggin' nails before he healed up - and nodded toward the door.

Yeah, they needed to get out of here. A cute kid in oversized clothes chattering in Wutai wouldn't catch much attention in the slums, but once they got topside things could get interesting.

That was okay, she was totally willing to toddle towards the door--made a bit clumsier than normal thanks to the ill-fitting clothes.

Ino didn't really need answers.

But she was still going to keep up a running commentary on everything she saw. Maybe if she asked enough questions, he'd have answers?

Yeah, not answers, so much. Every now and again Reno caught enough of what she was saying to be able to nod or shake his head, but that was about the best she was going to get out of him. He led her through the streets toward the train station, people kind of stopping to gape... mostly at the bloodied-up Turk. They weren't unheard of down here, but they didn't tend to look quite so roughed-up.

It probably said something about Ino herself, and her world, that his being roughed up wasn't worth much of a comment to her.

It wasn't like her Daddy came home bloody all the time, but it had happened, and he'd still picked her up and hugged and kissed her and acted normal, so Ino didn't see the point in… all the staring.

Eventually it penetrated her cheerful monologue about everything around her to the point where she tugged on his hand and pointed at one of the gaping people.

"Why?"

Yeah, she knew that word.

Of course she knew that word. Reno almost laughed as he led her down the stairs to the train platform. It figured, didn't it?

"Blood," he explained, gesturing to the still bleeding bite mark on his arm. "Civilians," he added, gesturing to the person she was pointing at. He wasn't sure if there was a way to really mime that one out, so he just sort of shrugged and let that one stand as it was.

She actually did know that word. (Civilians did not get a great reputation from ninja clans, no.)

She didn't understand all the implications of the differences at her current age but she knew enough to heave a sigh and look superior for a moment.

Before glancing back up at him and giggling.

Ah, kid. Reno turned a grin back down to her at that giggle, and then found a bench for them to sit on, easing his way down onto it while they waited for the train.

That was going to leave a bloody smear, right there. Ah well.

She clambered up to sit beside him, her feet not reaching far enough off the edge to dangle, so she wiggled them cheerfully as she tucked herself against him, heedless of any blood or grime.

The clothing she was wearing wasn't the cleanest either.

"What are we waiting for?"

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Okay, so... Reno got 'what' and 'we' and was going to kind of hope from context, again, that he was understanding her right, here. So he pointed at the tracks, and then up at the sign for the train station.

"The train," he replied. "You got those back in not-Wutai? Trains? I ain't never been, so..."

He was blathering. But hey, so was she, so it balanced out.

He was saying words, but they didn't make sense. She followed his gesture with her eyes, and none of it was anything she had any frame of reference for at all.

No, no they didn't have trains back home. They didn't have buildings like this either.

She leaned her head against him. At least she knew him. Somehow.

Reno quirked a faint smile at that. It was tired; it was really friggin' tired, but it was genuine enough. He was happy enough to sit there with a kid leaning against him until the train could be heard in the distance.

He nudged her a bit and offered her his hand again.

Ino took his hand as she tumbled off the bench.

The noise was big, and loud, and unknown.

She wasn't exactly scared, but she was maybe going to stick a little closer to his legs than she had been. Just in case.

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Reno gave a little chuckle as the train came to a stop, and he nodded toward it. Yeah, it was big and loud, but he was leading her toward the door, seemingly unconcerned.

"Ain't no big deal," he replied. "Just easier to get topside this way."

He had no intention of fighting monsters with a kid at his side.

That, at least, would've made sense to her. Sort of. Monsters didn't really exist in her world.

But she understood the concept of fighting.

Ino went with him towards the big, noisy, ugly thing, her eyes huge.

The doors opened, and, conveniently, it looked like they were going to get the train car mostly to themselves. People exited, but everyone already on the platform went out of their way to avoid getting into the same car as the blooded-up Turk and the small child with him.

Smart folks, Reno mused, leading her to the door and stepping onto the train.

"Pick a seat?"

The fact that the big ugly thing was full of chairs would hopefully help get the point across?

She looked up at him for a moment, then at all the chairs, and cautiously let go of his hand to wander over to one of the seats somewhere between the doors--she wasn't sure she liked the big doors.

Ino looked at him inquiringly.

Was here good?

Reno nodded and gave her a thumbs-up. Hey, that was as good a seat as any. There were still a few people in the train car from previous stops, but most of them got up and relocated once they realized that a Turk was coming in to sit down.

Suited him just fine. He made his way in and took a seat beside her.

Ino noticed that people got up and left, but she thought she had it right now, and that they were all stupid civilians and could be ignored anyway. So there.

She cuddled right back up against him.

"Train?" she asked, since he'd said that word before, as it started to move.

"Train," Reno confirmed, waving his hand around and smiling down at her like a big brother might smile at a little sibling.

Reno and a much tinier Rookie.

"Fast one, too." He glanced out the window. "We'll be back in Sector Six soon."

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