The atmosphere was stifling, Rowena feeling like she'd get her first headache since the outbreak. One of those headaches the pounded away at the back and sides of a person's skull until they just couldn't take it anymore and wanted to smash their head open with a sledgehammer. She felt like no one was actually interested in teamwork, no one was actually interested in getting things done. It got under her skin and seriously dampened her mood. So the woman straightened herself, Themistocles doing the same but remaining at her side. "[color=9e0b0f]I'm sorry[/color]," she said loudly, addressing the group. The mother and the man who seemed to know one another, a young woman with a katana, the man who'd approached Themistocles, the soldier and the man she'd spoken to first. "[color=9e0b0f]Is there a reason everyone seems to be overly cautious and on edge? I highly doubt anyone is planning on murdering anyone, so there's no reason to be...[/color]" She trailed off, adjusting the baseball cap with a sigh, feeling a little too awkward for the situation. "[color=9e0b0f]Either way, I was told that there would be a discussion regarding me helping this group out. I would love to know who I'm supposed to talk to about this and their name[/color]," she said patiently, looking around the room for the group's leader to say something, assuming there was a leader that is.  

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