For a long moment, nobody moved.
The woman stood pressed against the corner of the old gas station, her bloody hand clamped against her side, her chest heaving. Her eyes darted from Jin to Echo to Yerin and back again, wild and frightened, the eyes of an animal that has been run into a corner and knows there's nowhere left to go.
Jin took his hand slowly off the hilt of his sword. He held both hands up, open, the way Echo had.
"It's okay," he said quietly. "We're not going to hurt you."
"You're wearing their robes," the woman said. Her voice was rough and thin, scraped raw. "Why are you wearing their robes?"
"Because they gave them to us this morning," Jin said. "We're not from here. We came from Seoul two days ago. We're guests." He kept his voice low and even. "We don't know what's going on in this city. But we know something's wrong. And we heard them hunting you."
The woman stared at him. Her jaw was clenched so tight it was shaking.
