[ Sinclair hears that note in Oria's voice, that shaky exhale of exhaustion. He bites his lip and hugs Oria's arm a little, since they're already pressed close together,
shoulder to thigh.

He knows how much Oria is carrying. He twines their fingers together]

Mm. I can't imagine most people would be happy to have a teenager drop down on them from the sky.

[ a pause, thinking]

...I know this abandoned factory complex with a lot of old heavy machinery and structures that have been left behind. I used to get dragged there to get training. I'd have to run from paintball guns and people.

[Train reflexes and things. Thinking back...he collected so many bruises]

It was an interesting place now that I think about it. It's probably good for parkour too.