"If we don't stick together, then neither of us is going to make it!" she yells, and it's the thought of being swarmed in an alleyway that makes her chest rattle. He spins around on his heel and draws her face closer, his gaze as menacing and strong like earlier. She trembles in her Chucks. "Neither of us?" he asks. "Sweetheart, if you stick with me, you'll be the bait."