Desperate measures

Tiny sat up, still clinging to Angelo's hand. She would talk. Angelo had asked her nicely after all. And the sooner she started working with them the sooner she would be shipped off to where it was even safer. She knew they were doctors, but Angelo wanted her to talk to them so she would as long as no one pulled out a needle.

Tiny peeked around Angelo's side, eyes big and round as she watched them approach. She listened and answered quietly to most questions, falling silent and squeezing Angelo's side if they asked very personal questions, anything relating to family. She would lie, very obviously, if they asked for her reasons for starting the bank robbery. This part had clearly been premeditated, and feeling safe in Angelo's cruiser, there was less babbling. Everything was understandable. Anything to have a shorter side trip to the hospital. Anything to make it to the behavioural corrections facility as soon as possible.

Tiny recoiled away from Angelo, wiggling up against the far door. He was mad. She made him mad.

"Don't wanna go to the hospital..."

Tiny tried not to cry agian. She knew she deserved Angelo's anger. She had, after all, basically just used him and wasted all of his time.

"Hospitals aren't safe here. People are trying to bomb them. The island is full of people who would kill me by accident and never blink an eye. I wanna go somewhere safe but i can't just go. I asked."

Tiny patted the metal separating the back of the cruiser.

"Safe here. Not scared."

She pointed to Angelo next.

"Not scary. Trusted."

Tiny frowned. Would he even believe her? Would he tell on her? Call them back? Tiny slowly moved her finger to point at the bank.

"Crime. It gets a prison sentence. I want to go. Off the island. New york isn't safe. Islets are. Islets are very safe."

Tiny forced herself to give Angelo a small smile. Tried to look like she was happy with getting what she wanted. But she'd hurt Angelo in the process. She had gone into this thinking that no one would get hurt. No questions asked if she was odd. But Angelo was hurt because she'd lied to him. He had a right to be. Tiny just hoped he wouldn't be mad forever.

"Thank you. I'm. I'm sorry, Angelo. It made sense at the time..."

Tiny drooped, slumping down on the seat and hiding her face. She sniffled and made no move to get back up or do anything else, making it clear she didn't have anything else to say. Tiny was done. Mission accomplished. Someone else would take care of it from here.