[Hell of a stalemate this is.]

Yeah, well, I’m not from your world.

[It’s impossible to clean all this… shadow-tar crap, from her jacket, but Aubrey tries anyway and then throws the garment over Eren like a blanket. He looks cold, curled up in the corner like that.

[Stubbornly, pettily, she’s not moving them while Levi’s here. Not yet, anyway; not on purpose.]

None of us know what the hell this place is. Get used to it.