She takes his hand and smiles awkwardly as he helps her to her feet.
“You should be more carful sweets, you can’t be sure what dangers lurk out in the darkness,” he says.
“How can you be sure I’m not one of those dangers?”
“How can YOU be sure I’m not?”
“Because I know who you are Flint, do you know who I am?” she asks.
“H-H-How do you know my name?”
She smiles broadly, “See my point? Are you suddenly now doubting my worth as a danger to your survival?”
“Wh-Who the FUCKING HELL are you?” Flint hisses venomously