Sharon reached out to grab his hand automatically but paused when her hand was inches away. He was faster and far more deadly than she could ever dream of being. Surprising him without realizing it likely wasn't a good idea.

"I'm taking your hand now, okay?" She gently wrapped her fingers around his. "Hold on. This might be better." She carefully intertwined their fingers and slowly moved to his side. "There. Now we draw less attention. I'm going to take you to the street now, and we're going to take a left for three blocks, then another left." She gave a small tug on his hand to guide him along, careful to tell him in a soft undertone of any uneven pavement or curbs along the way; she was also careful to tell him the size of each obstacle, describing each one as best she could for him to help him not panic. She wasn't even sure he could panic. But letting him panic when he held her hand was idiocy.