Shady

"Uhh..." Jerica looked at the girl for a long moment. Either Ayesha wasn't a threat at all -- or she was very good making herself seem non-threatening. Jerica wasn't going ...

" Closer , yes," Derik shot back. "Doesn't mean we go charging in until we've got a better idea of what's going on. Do you even know if he's alone ...

Jerica looked at the girl - Ayesha - bewilderedly. Had she just slept through a murder? Or... was it a murder at all? Jerica still didn't know what was going ...

"Wait a second!" Derik whispered urgently and grabbed Kaz's arm. He knew that if Kaz wanted to charge ahead there wasn't anything he could do about it. But it was ...

Jerica watched in confused silence as Eve started rifling through the bag. None of the things inside looked familiar in the least. Until she got to the needle and thread. ...

Pratik took it and looked it over. It was just the same as the rest. He read it as an ad for a mercenary. He flipped it over and couldn’t ...

Pratik looked at the newcomer. Under less trying circumstances he’d try to make friends. As it was, “What’s on your ad?”

This woman was clearly not a threat. Jerica lowered her can of Lysol, deciding she didn't need the weapon for this interaction after all. "Who are you?"

"No..." Jerica answered absently, watching as Eve poked at the useless bag. "Is... there real aid coming to help us? A... second aid?"

Jerica crept along silently, Lysol in hand, as she tried to make sense of the situation. She wasn't sure what was going on. But she still planned to come out ...

Jerica smirked at Eve's melodramatic reaction but then she cautiously stepped forward to see what was in the box. She tipped it over and a bright red bag fell out. ...

Shady had absconded with the brain cell and was laughing when she listened to @soundofmind, @veeren, and @Carina fighting over it -- but then, all of a sudden, sound sprang ...

"Please?" he asked eagerly.

"Uh, yeah, for sure." Curiosity was getting the best of him. He looked around. "And you said you uh... have... baby skunks here? Like... here?"

"Yeah." Pratik cleared his throat, not convinced, and threw the foods onto the appropriate shelves.