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Ronan heard a rustling behind him and a flash of red out of his peripheral warned him of the oncoming attack. The man grunted as she leaped onto his back, glowering at her over his shoulder. He was taken aback once again by her scent, pulling a face and licking his lips distastefully. Fowl? He wondered curiously but discounted the idea immediately - as amusing as it was to imagine her turning into a chicken or a goose.

"But you are a bird, aren't you?" He voiced the rest of his thoughts out loud, ignoring her rather intimate gesture and starting towards the nearest exit.

The sound of hail rattling against the window pane caused him to second guess wandering outside, not for his sake really, but for hers. With a sigh, he snatched his jacket from the bottom of his back, leaning the sack of sand against his chest while he fished around. The thin sports jacket wouldn't offer much for warmth, but he tossed it over his shoulder dropping it onto her pretty little head.

At the very least she could use it for protection against the hail, seems how she would probably earn the brunt of it up on his back. Using his foot, Ronan propped open the door, weaseling his way out into the hailstorm. "You don't need to know my name, Miss Scarlet."

It was a fitting nickname, for now anyway. Miss Scarlet, the name of the young seductress in the game of Clue, was always a liable murder suspect in Ronan's mind. It wasn't too hard to make a comparison or two between the cunning character and the girl he now carried on his back.

While she may not have minded the hail, Ronan was doing everything not to hiss and spit beneath his breath. The stinging shards of ice were unwelcome against such tender skin. In another form, he probably could have tolerated it, but a human body was so vulnerable.

He made a quick dash towards the nearest dumpster, careful not to jostle the charge on his back. He'd carried a number of people on his back like this, most of them on the brink of death, so it was out of sheer habit he cast a concerned look over his shoulder to see if she was okay. The question itself died on his tongue the moment she rested her head on his shoulder and Ronan only sighed, using the rest of his strength to heave the sandbag into the dumpster.

"I don't really care what you call yourself, to be honest." Shielding his eyes with one hand, he started back the way he had come. "I don't plan on making a habit of running into you again." It wasn't anything personal, really. Ronan was a recluse by nature. His own company was ten thousand times better than that of any other.