"Yes, gran. " Chloe chips in cheerfully from over his shoulder as she easily matches his...hobbling stride. Lucky for them the streets aren't all that busy this time of day: too many kids still stuck in classrooms and few mothers do their business on these blocks, though the closer they get to the shop, the more pedestrians she counts.

And it's not all that noticeable how protective it makes her (she passes it off as a better point for conversation-- her voice will carry well enough for his ears to catch) when Chloe doesn't care to trust the shuffling crowds to mind their feet. She walks more in front, angled wide across where his left crutch tends to fall: if someone slips up they'll do it on her toes long before they reach him.

"Next job's not for a while now. Honestly I thought we'd be busy lending a hand with Nate for a lot longer than what we wound up with."