[For a moment, a response won't follow until she notices a pale, weak teenager make his way around the corner of a wall, the entrance to an alleyway. He's trying so hard to keep himself upright, with an arm braced against the wall, the other still trying to keep a grip on his grocery bag.
He made it to the street in time, at least. He looks up at her, eyes glazed, registering her face before his mouth falls open to speak, pushing out the word as if of its own accord.]
action;
He made it to the street in time, at least. He looks up at her, eyes glazed, registering her face before his mouth falls open to speak, pushing out the word as if of its own accord.]
Here.
[If she didn't see him yet.]