Raidon stayed quiet. Zach was clearly suffering, but he did not want their help. Raidon owed him, but...well, it wasn't his place to interfere. After all, he wouldn't have wanted anyone interfering with his own personal issues.
Someone hailed them. Came in. Raidon resisted the urge to grab Fiona's axe; he'd already killed inadvertently, and anyways he was exhausted. Still, this girl set him on edge; she stirred, twitched, boiled like a stormcloud. He knew the feel of this violence, acrid like lightning in the back of his mouth, but...
"Right," grunted Raidon. He grabbed the axe and slung it over his right shoulder, pulling his bag back into place as well. One loaf of bread. One bottle of water. Eight murders.
He stepped forwards and offered his hand. "Josee," he said. "Be safe, yeah? You deserve to live."
They shook. Raidon stepped away.
"Zach," he said. "Let's leave her to it."
He took an extra moment before departing, however; grabbed the sheets he'd set on the table. Turned back to Charlie. "I'm sorry," he muttered under his breath. "You deserved..."
He closed his eyes, tossed the sheet, and before it had fully settled over her had turned and stepped away.
Now you see'em...
(Naoko Raidon continued in Dead-End Scenario