Ester locked her eyes on Josiah, her hand curling into a fist. She wanted to just run up to him an beat him really hard, but as Josiah was explaining the plan to the group, her fist uncurled. Maybe beating him up wasn't the best option as of now. She was angry at him yes, but she shouldn't be so violent. Ester grabbed her hand with her other hand, rubbing it as it began to cool down slightly. 'Please don't. Please don't.' She muttered, hoping that her ice powers wouldn't get out of hand again and make her have hypothermia again. Ester was slightly worried, what if she lost control in a public place. [i]'Everything's gonna be ok...'[/i] Ester thought, trying to comfort herself while she listened to Josiah. [i]'They're gonna help you. And you're gonna go home.'[/i] Ester rubbed her hands together. [i]'There's hope. Just believe in the doctor.'[/i] 

While just meeting, Ester felt trust in the old man. She didn't know why. Ester guessed that he helped make her what she is now. If he weren't so old he would have punched him, but Ester wasn't a bitch, so she spared the doctor. The thought of Little Zach soon spurred in her mind. [i]'Oh god what about zach...'[/i] She thought rather panicky as she rubbed her hands still. [i]'He... He won't know. He can't know...'[/i] The kid was only 12, he wouldn't understand. He needs her, and she needs to take care of him.