[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1]
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Location: Gilbert street, at the scene, heading towards Mess Hall[/centre]

There were many things that frustrated Niesha, and this situation wasn't just frustrating, beyond it… she doubted there was a word, but there wasn't anything that she could do about it. She didn't want to see James go… he was tough and she was sure he would survive, but here? This community was more than that, they had made something, and as far as she knew, James had been there from the beginning. What would his exile mean, for the people here, those that had survived and had been there since its conception. 
 
Were things going to change, yet again?
 
She bowed her head, waiting for Kristina to return to her. She didn’t know truly what she felt about the whole thing, except that… it was wrong. And that just made it a million times worse. She shook her head, keeping her tongue, not wanting to make things worse. She  nodded, following after Kristina towards the mess hall, although she wasn’t particularly hungry. Still, it might be a long time before she ate again. That thought wasn’t enough to stir her hunger. 
 
It was hard to think of normal things, when something had occurred that would, she think, shake the core of the community. She sighed softly, [color=yellow]”I’m going to go to the infirmary after we eat, see if there’s any patients that need attention, lend a hand if need be.. “[/color] Mostly, Niesha just wanted to be doing something. Things were often easier when she had something to do, so she didn’t let her thoughts twist about in her mind. 
 
She sighed, the attempt to get to normal failing, as she knew all their thoughts were most likely on what had happened, and what was going to happen. The day wasn’t going to be productive.