Vanessa couldn't understand the majority of what the girl was saying to her as she struggled to sit up, nearly falling over and passing out in the process though she made it to a sitting position with her back pressed against the cold wall of the hallway. The two were alone, save for the dust while they waited for Aria to return with the bag she'd given her for medical supplies; it hadn't been long enough yet to worry. The senior lifted the headphones over her head and lay them on the ground next to her as to retain the mobility in her neck as she could look at the injuries more fully in the damp light of the flashlight she'd kept for herself. Reaching out she took the girls arm in one hand while using the other to motion her to lean forward a little so she could get a good look at her forehead. All that she had really caught from her mindless babbling had been something about Hana and her being sorry, whatever she had meant by that. [color=92278f](("I read better than I speak Japanese."))[/color] The loner had left that unsaid until she was finished, where one of her hands searched inside of her bag for a notebook and pen before setting it on the floor next to her. She had just set down the notebook when she heard a crash from inside the office and a small squeak of a scream followed by the sound of a bag falling on the floor. Her eyes widened and the girl who hated everyone stood without question, her eyes flashing a shocking silver in the darkness while she turned away from her. [color=92278f](("I'll be back."))[/color] Vanessa didn't spare another glance for the Japanese girl as she turned away and headed across the hallway into the office. She flicked her wrist and popped the blade from the the handle of her knife and she set to walking inside of the shadows office. Her eyes adjusted fairly quickly to the darkness, her gaze skipping over what she saw in their. A layer of dust across the floor, the broken glass and the open window where the stale breeze blew through. She thought she'd heard a window slam shut while she was in the hallway. With her sight dampened only slightly she could smell the subtle changes in the air from this mornings perfume and flowers to this. She lifted her nose to the air, breathing it in as the taste of metal and salt touched her tongue. She could smell death in the office and knew something was off.She was often one to follow her instincts and act on the primary urges that had saved her life more than once in situations where she wouldn't endanger another human being - the selfless person she is. The young woman turned a corner and walked through a doorway to where the bag had been dropped and found the source of the smell she had followed here. The body a girl who she could only assume was 'Hana' though she'd never met her before today where she lay face up with her eyes wide open and a cavern carved into her skull with a good amount of brain matter and blood had gathered on the floor. She would have died instantly and not felt even an ounce of pain that she would have had she lived through the hit that would have left her as a living corpse until her family decided to let her go - unfortunately the equipment wouldn't have worked anyway. She knelt beside the body and rolled up her sleeves before reaching over to close the girls eye lids. [color=92278f]"The Dead should watch their Judge, not the Living."[/color] She said quietly to herself as she picked the bag off the ground and stepped over the body to go toward the cabinet that still had some other various medications inside of it. There were several rolls of bandages and she piled them in the bag as well before going around to the next room and looked around. It was the principals office, where she had only been a few times before in the even that she had been found bleeding or had a panic attack though she didn't often stay very long whatever the reason. It was fairly empty, with plain walls and a desk bare save for a pile of scattered pages and a few pens though they looked as if they had not been in use prior. She saw rows of keys lined up on eon of the walls and picked them off, thinking that they might come in use at one point of another over the next few days. Her own keys hung from her jeans pocket. She went over to the window and closed it, keeping out whatever it was that had been giving her a bad feeling and instead of waiting for it to come back she left the room back to the main office area. Aria was no where to be seen. Walking back out of the room she knew that she was leaving bloody tracks on the tiles floors though it didn't seem to bother her much as she set the bag down and pulled her sweater off as well to leave her standing in her black jeans - already spotted with blood - and her tank top while she tied the grey around her waist. The skin revealed almost glowed in the dark is so was pale, with blue and purple and black veins spider-webbed across the pale surface as the chill began to set in. sitting down in front of the Japanese girl she didn't waste time in using a cloth she'd found to wipe off what she could of the blood from the worst of her injuries and stopped the bleeding without the use of a bandage. If they didn't get water though they could get infected and ultimately cause death. Standing up she straightened her shirt and gestured for the girl to stand and follow her. [color=92278f](("Time to go."))[/color] --- Vanessa led the way back to the auditorium, her satchel over one shoulder and the case she had found to carry the medicine in her other hand while she walked silently, not really talking or paying much attention though when they finally made it she came across Jack talking to all the students though there wasn't much left apparently ad he soon left the stage to meet with a group of students. Vanessa waved Maki to find someone she knew or wait, either way it didn't matter much to the girl while she waited for Jack to leave the room. She stood, alone, on the other side of the wall with her arms crossed and the little light showing the silvery liens that crossed her skin and mixed with deeper, darker and fresher red and black scabbed cuts along her arms. There were bandages wrapped around her own forearms, spotted with blood that had clearly soaked through though she didn't look to be in any real pain. Her face was expressionless, her posture uncaring though her eyes, regardless of the shadows cast upon her, had grown dark and angry without much sign as to why. She didn't move at all, instead waited until he had fully left the auditorium and had a chance to see her waiting with the box and her bag with her. The Japanese girls blood spotted her jaw as well and the dead girls still dripped from the soles of her shoes, footprints bloody and dark and wet from all the way down the hall. She remembered the fury on her face and the fear in the eyes of the dead though she had no clue what could have caused it and it would take a fair amount of coaxing to get it out of the girl though it was best if one of the psychology students did the talking to her while she or anyone else who knew Japanese translated for them. With the way that James whispered in her ear she knew that it was only a matter of time until she hurt someone instead of helped them. She had to tell him she wouldn't be staying with the group. [@Midori][@The Scotsman]