Alli Lyon

Alli follows her, keeping an eye on her as she walks. Alli cares less about the stumbling then about the possibility that a fall would surprise May into forgetting her shape. "I can push if you want," she offers. "Less risk of being seen, that way. And if we split a room- oh, merde, it's three to a room, isn't it? Two beds and a cot? I'll take a look on the bus, there's got to be another critter we can room with."