[Justin got in last night, with a broken arm and assorted scrapes.
He wakes up just as some of the shelter's defenders bring in a group of several badly injured people, and automatically gets up and starts helping. He seems a bit dazed, but working effectively enough - at this point he could do basic first aid with his eyes closed.]
[She is busy for a long while before she can go over to see him. Lightly touching his shoulder, she brings him a small mug of water and gives him a small smile in greeting.]
[He jumps a little at the touch before smiling back.]
[He drinks it all at once. He was too tired yesterday, and then forgot, as usual when there was something more important to do.]
I'm Justin. Have you been here long?
[Her lips curve upwards just a slight bit, but otherwise that's all the expression she can manage.]
My name is Naminé. I've been here for about a week now... I saw you yesterday, but I was too busy to talk with you until now.
[He talks as he cleans some surgical instruments. They'll be needed again soon enough, it looks like.]
So this place has lasted for a week? Good to know. I've seen several that didn't.
[She visibly flinches at his words, tensing up.]
...we do what we can.
[He squeezes her shoulder briefly. He didn't mean to make her sad. It's just such a relief to see somewhere relatively safe.]
And it seems to be working.
[She relaxes by degrees, though it would be lying if she didn't feel a little jittery by what he'd said.]
It's because we have people like Mister Flynn who are protecting the shelter with all their strength.
And people- [like you, he doesn't say, expecting it would just fluster her] -who take care of them, and make sure they can do it again tomorrow.
[He takes the time to look around and take in more information than just the immediate need for more pairs of hands. It does seem like a good place.]
Do you think I could stay?
[She gets a little flustered anyways when he poses that question to her, wringing her hands.]
I...I don't think you should be asking me that question. It's your choice.
[She gets a strangely intense look back.]
Yes I should.
Don't let people tell you you have no right to turn them away. It's all right while you have enough food and space and supplies, but some day you might not, and then you'll have to say no.
[Not that he's sure he, personally, could say no to a stranger in need. But someone has to. He's seen what happens otherwise. People have limits, and it does them no good to let their kindness exceed them.]
[She shakes her head sadly.]
Less and less people are coming here. They aren't making it past the city limits...
[He didn't realize that. He looks down sadly.]