Re: Peiquok Town Hall
Shiva and Kaci
"Thank you, dear," Cally seems to note that Kaci doesn't necessarily have her heart in it, but still she steps over to the wall and kneels, about to open into prayer. When the young woman with white hair interrupts, she glances up, eyes long distant for a moment. Then, coming back to herself, she replies, "ah, oh yes. Just ibuprofen," she apologizes, digging around in her apron and coming up with a small bottle. She passes it to Shiva, mentioning to both her and Kaci, "standing on your legs all day is enough to make you curse the day you forget them."
As Shiva collapses against the wall, Cally drops the pill container back in her apron and scrabbles over to the stranger's side, hand coming up to Shiva's shoulder as the woman puts her face in her hands. "Shh, hold on now. Should I find a doctor?" She looks at Kaci expectantly, considering the girl was top of her class. Cally is more convinced that they need to pray, though if Shiva is in pain, that needs to get attended to first!
Xetia
The woman -- she has blonde hair and hazel eyes, her body looks like it was built for fine places in a big city, not Peiquok's small-town dumpiness -- glances up at Xetia briefly. "Why do you think?" Her tone is less hostile than patronizing, obviously wondering why no one else is even trying. "This is important. If there's any chance..."
Melissa and Jen
((Sorry Pheonix, I'd meant the response to be to Melissa xD))
Corporal Dyer's eyes flick to Jen for a moment as he answers Melissa, tight lipped. "Temporarily, ma'am; we're rounding up whomever else we find in town, and you'll all be evacuated once we're through the search. Leave no one behind," he tells her. There are plenty of people here who are going through various stages of grief and denial, missing loved ones or friends who don't seem to be here with them.
Looking at Jen again, Dyer goes tight-lipped. "Excuse me, ladies," he says, moving off at a steady pace towards a knot of military men, one of who looks like she might be a medic of some kind...
Cat and Cara
Taking her hand at last, Griffen seems to notice Cat's blush as their hands touch. Holding that shake for a moment longer than necessary, he withdraws at her nervous giggle and watches as the puppy gives a little yap and does its damnedest to lick Cat's face. "Sometimes people leave their pets on the side of the road when they don't want them anymore," Griffen tells her pragmatically. "Usually it's kittens, though..." Speaking of which, the irony of Cat's and the puppy's predicament isn't lost on him. "The occasional stray is usually on the lurk if people don't keep their pets indoors, so you wind up with this...." He points to the puppy, who sniffs at Griffen's finger before turning his attention back to Cat.
Glancing at Cara and her nervous looking around, Griffen frowns faintly. "No, but what did it sound like?" he asks. "If these idiots were planning on shooting us, they'd probably already have done it. I think there's something worse going on here."
Back to Cat he says, "this guy's a determined little bugger. Should name him something with that at its heart."
Morgan
Rosie grins humorlessly. "Strange? Yeah? No kidding, I could have told you that if I was here fresh from Yemen." She adds, "I might have an idea, but if I told you, you'd think I was crazy. I don't even know if it's the right idea, but looking at how everyone's jumping at ghosts," she nods to Jen, for example, and Cara, "I'm pretty sure it's not just a chemical spill."
