As quickly as it had appeared, Chrissy's hesitant smile vanishes, replaced with a look of wide-eyed worry as Eddie pulls her back against the nearest building. She has to bite down hard on her lower lip to stifle the frightened sound that threatens to escape her, struck again by the horrible feeling, however irrational, that they shouldn't be out here. It isn't as if they would have been any safer in their apartment. If anything, maybe that illusion of safety would have been worse in the long run. She just hates it — hates that they didn't adequately plan ahead, hates that this is happening at all, hates that there are people so willing to take such advantage of it.

Hates, too, that that part doesn't entirely surprise her.

With wide eyes, she looks up at Eddie, an unspoken question there. How long they wait here, what they do, where they go, she doesn't know, and it comes easily to trust him with those decisions, to follow his lead.