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Ransom wasn’t expecting anyone, which made him realize just how dull his senses were that he didn’t pick up on anyone near him. He still wasn’t the best at picking out species, but he could sense some things well enough, especially other’s in his vicinity. He didn’t end up as well decorated as he was on the NYPD without having himself somewhat together. Currently he wasn’t feeling put together in the least.
“Yeah, yep. ‘s fine.” He said softly more to himself than anything. The sensation intense when it first crashed into him, but his body was growing accustom to it and he wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. “Just...” Well Ransom wasn’t sure just what the hell it was. “I’m fine, really.” He was anything, but. In all honesty he needed to get the hell back to the station, whichever closest, and do some heavy reclining on the couch.
He was still new enough to the town that in his altered state of mind he was having a hard time recalling where either station was or how to get there. He remembered he had his phone though and went to searching his pockets. It taking way too long for him to find it and pull it out, which he fumbled and dropped, then went to grab it and nearly fell over had the woman at his side not grabbed him and kept him up. Ransom was stubborn by nature, but even he had his limits.
“Might need a hand getting back to the station.” He finally admitted.
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