Mara blushed as she apologized again before watching as Megan wandered off. In a few minutes she was back. Mara's eyes widened when she heard that they would have company shortly, which could only mean the boys were coming. The Irish girl began fiddling with the hem of her shirt, nervously twisting the fabric as she lowered her eyes to the ground; wishing she could just go home and curl up on her bed and pretend that she hadn't been sacrificed the a group of boys; that her parents had basically offered her up on a platter. The girl felt tears come to her eyes and she hurriedly reached a hand up and wiped at them, sniffling slightly as she began trembling again.