Five hated everything about their caravan. There were too many people, the method of transportation did nothing for how miserable he felt, and his patience for eerily ominous scenery was stretched thin. Nobody had to tell him of all people not to trust anyone, but he used the excuse to hang back and only keep an eye on who he needed to. Which mainly meant Vanya, though he was barely talking to her either after how the siege went down. He didn't really know what to say.

As soon as they stopped and he saw the opportunity, he broke away to get some air with some vague excuse that he was going to scout ahead. His impulse was to be gone in a flash before anyone else could notice. -- It was halfway to the cliffside that he lingered long enough to catch a glimpse of someone in the middle of the crowd that immediately halted him in his tracks.

Allison?

He had a faint memory of the last time he saw her. Logically, he knew it was most likely a hallucination brought on by extreme stress during the attacks, but the image of her lifeless corpse was too scorched in his mind to erase. Now she looked alive and well, and he thought he might have seen her smiling.

How was she here, of all places? Even though he had been convinced that he would find the rest of his siblings, it never once occurred to him that they would find him first.

By the time he comes up behind her he's able to put on a reasonably calm front. He can't totally ignore the part of him that expects her to vanish in thin air the moment he clears his throat, but he works up the nerve anyway. Head held high with his hands in his pockets, as if he's been expecting her miraculous reappearance any day now.

"I guess I can't say anything about keeping us waiting."