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[center][color=D9E0F9][h1]Tiffany Lyle[/h1][/color]
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[i]Building 2 (Mess Hall)
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Clean up? Christ, she didn't want to think about that. It had to be done, of course, they couldn't all continue living knowing (and probably smelling) the dead bodies of their former friends/allies. She wasn't asked to help with that, for which she thanks whatever god was watching over them. She would have helped if asked, but she damn sure wouldn't have liked it. Ray was thankful to have her to talk to and vice versa. She didn't have many people she felt comfortable confiding in, but Ray was one she knew she could always go to.

Tiffany had already mapped out her route to letting people know what happened. It wouldn't hurt to have Ray come along. [color=D9E0F9]"Sure, if you want to come you can. We don't have too many to tell, plus I imagine word will get around eventually, but it would be best to make sure they hear from us rather than through the grapevine."[/color] She continued to eat, glancing over at the other tables. They all were at a wedding the other night and now they had to deal with the aftermath of this tragedy.

Target practice was definitely needed. She felt she was getting sloppier as the days went on. She felt weird not having her bow on her person. Considering ammo was scarce, it made the fact she could make arrows even more urgent. She would have to make some more soon. Maybe after practicing? She finished eating and waited for Ray to finish. [color=D9E0F9]"Ready to head out?"[/color]