[ Amy can hear Surge. It's faint, but she can hear the other girl. She drags the large photo frame from the trunk, keeping her eyes and ears on the chaos below as best she can; she can hear Surge darting around in the other room, the spray of water and splashing, and that's not good at all. But she also hears the door below burst open -- good, she made it out of the room. ]

I don't know you or your background, or your friend or his background. No one has told me anything, and before you say anything, no, I haven't asked anyone else because it's not their story to tell. It's yours. The only thing I know about you is what little you've told me so far. Mostly you have a grudge against Sonic and his friends. I don't even understand why, because you haven't told me. But that's not your problem, it's mine.

[ It doesn't even matter if Surge listens or believes her, because it doesn't matter at this point. Amy is pretty sure that no matter what she does or what she says, Surge isn't going to listen or care. She seems to be pretty set in her ways, and as much as Amy wants to try and prove herself and become a friend, even she knows that not everyone is friend-able, so to speak. And unfortunately, Surge may be one of those rare cases. ]

If you come up here, I can get you out from the top. There's cover you can take to keep dry, too. I'm not coming with you.