[h1][color=sienna]Ursula Elwyn[/color][/h1]
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Ursula's expedited breathing and guzzling of water helped to calm her ragged nerves. She still felt as if she had just been passed through a blender on the puree setting, every nerve in her body frazzled, frayed and burnt out in that order. The sound of a hot meal, or any meal for that matter, sounded like being allowed through St. Peter's gate on its own. With beaten determination, she bustled off to the eatery. Cafeteria. She wasn't in the correct mindset to be remembering anything except how to move her mouth and shuffle her feet, and once she reached the cafeteria, received some food and sat down, she was thankful that at least those functions were still intact. Ursula couldn't tear her mind from the terrible beating they received from the Ram. They were doing so well, Nora, Malcolm and herself.

She sighed, rolling her shoulder in its socket as she felt her muscles pulling, tight with tension. She must have been all clenched up when she was in the Nexus Projector. Picking up the spoon that came with her tray, she scooped up a spoonful of... what had she even grabbed? Some sort of meat... soup? Regardless, she scooped up a spoonful of meaty broth and munched it down, mumbling to herself. "Seriously whatdafugguugu-" Gulping hard, she removed her glasses and placed them at her side, before rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "Chili. Duh. Thank god it ain't Mystery Meat."

There she sat, alone. The calm, cold environment of the complex wasn't all that bad now that she was over the initial panic. The purpose didn't seem overly malicious, and they were being catered for well enough. Her family's wellbeing was still a major concern though. One that needed to be tended to before she would be able to cooperate again in this crazy project. That involved getting some answers. She spooned the last of her chili into her mouth, wiped with a napkin and donned her cracked glasses once more before dumping her tray with the other used trays and moving off towards where she last saw the ringleader, Elias.

She found him in short-order and made no delays in laying her concerns bare. Her voice was soft and passive, but concerned. "Mr. Eli, sir. Had a question burnin' me up for a little while and I'm feeling that after what just happened, I'm owed a bit of an answer," She took a short breath and continued. "When you said earlier that our families were being 'taken care of', what'd you mean by that?"

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