Franz glances away as she puts the jacket on. He's a little angry at this place now. Bad enough for him to be scooped up and away from his unfortunate ending to this place, but to force an innocent young girl into immodesty is terrible. It brings him no closer to understanding this place, but it strikes him as cruel. She's little more than a child (hell, he's only 16 himself, and the place is leaving him feel immature and unprepared).
"The lockers are over that way, in the next room. There should be a tattoo on your arm with a number on it, and the locker will coincide. Mine had some clothes and other belongings of mine in it. With how much sense this place make, I don't see why a plant would be out of the question." Considering whoever arranged this thought his broken sword was anything he wanted, a beloved plant - whatever it was, a living thing or some slang or something - seems reasonable.
He offers her a hand up again. "Can you walk? I could probably carry you that way if you don't think you can make it, but you should probably try stretching a bit."
It's not Franz's intention to be forward, he's just worried about the kid.
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"The lockers are over that way, in the next room. There should be a tattoo on your arm with a number on it, and the locker will coincide. Mine had some clothes and other belongings of mine in it. With how much sense this place make, I don't see why a plant would be out of the question." Considering whoever arranged this thought his broken sword was anything he wanted, a beloved plant - whatever it was, a living thing or some slang or something - seems reasonable.
He offers her a hand up again. "Can you walk? I could probably carry you that way if you don't think you can make it, but you should probably try stretching a bit."
It's not Franz's intention to be forward, he's just worried about the kid.