LOCKE
Locke shakes his head to Melita's question. He's pretty sure he has to wait or maybe grovel on his knees to someone. He's not too keen on that though. If he was feeling less suspicious, he might take a drink of the water but alas, he's not all that trusting at the moment. He takes the third bucket as its handed to him, eyeing Maeve as she crouches down to fill the fourth. He simply huffs as he stands back up. He knows she can do things but like, why should she? If he's here? He's also curious about the little vial but he'll ask about it when he can ask about things.
He holds out his hand, either to take the bucket or to help her up, whichever she wants. He wonders if Melita knows about their weirdness. He doubts she even cares. Smart girl she seems.
He holds out his hand, either to take the bucket or to help her up, whichever she wants. He wonders if Melita knows about their weirdness. He doubts she even cares. Smart girl she seems.
It's like a bit of light
and a touch of dark
and a touch of dark
