Lion Head Mesa fake out

He came to grab at the snake, and she nudged it closer so he would not struggle so overtly. When he came close to grabbing it, he looked to her and she paused, and they looked at one-another as if conspiring. Gucci's expression was soft and warm.
The words he spoke were — kind? They were advice, of a sort. A touch upon the busy hallways and raucous shouting they had both overheard; some olive branch to hope for safety. Then he grasped the snake and was on all-fours again, padding hastily (with that tap-tap-tap of his fast little gait) for the hallway.
Nazli watched him go, his parting statement hanging ominous between them as the chasm grew.
After a beat to process, she tucked in to work on the rabbit. Nazli wore a thin frown, concentrating as best she could around the foreboding feeling that now haunted her.