[center][h2]A [color=lightcoral]Dance[/color] with [color=maroon]Death[/color]: The [color=lightcoral]Pas de Corps[/color][/h2][/center]
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Despite hardly knowing each other, it was touching that John was already slotting into the role of a protector. He was quickly filling a void that was created when Carl had met his untimely end. The thought of safety and John's 'pep talk' right outside the station put a very anxious Ana at ease, perhaps too. Once inside, Ana's posture changed and she looked comfortable. A small collection of survivors had gathered it seemed and Ana took stock of what she thought might be her long-term roommates. They all looked fairly inviting at a first glance, save for the other newcomer. Chase. The man looked rough around the edges, bearing dirt and scars which contrasted John quite a bit. He looked like the very image that Carl had tried to paint in Ana's head when referencing criminals and Ana noticeably stiffened in her apprehension as the man first spoke to her. She forced herself to relax, plastering a friendly smile on her face, but never found the words for her reply. 

A muffled rifle shot would sound out, causing Ana to glance around the room nervously but nobody seemed too alarmed. She ask what it could have meant or otherwise, because she was probably the least experienced in the room when it came to that judgement.

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After some stiff introductions and brief conversation, Ana was given a tour by the seemingly friendly Douglas, who seemed to be in charge here. The place was... well it wasn't up to Ana's still preserved standards of fine living, but she kept the comments to herself. It was a funny thing but Ana had secretly been hoping for a more 'homely' place to settle down in and not a makeshift home in a office or whatever it was. Of course she was still grateful that she had finally kind of found parts of the world she had forgotten, namely other people. Ana was already passively imaging the scenario were life would kind of return to normal and nothing bad would happen.

At some point in the tour, their tour leader noted that more arrivals were coming, or rather, had arrived. Ana had just started to become satisfied with the number they had and now more of them were coming? She didn't know exactly how to process it, but the others seemed comfortable enough to walk out there. It didn't help put Ana's worries entirely out of her mind, though. But again, she was more than satisfied with the others handling it while she remained safe inside.

The three men barged out to greet the newcomers while Ana waited by the front door, anxiously trying to listen in and know what is going on. She was so focused that she didn't notice that Chase, who was noticeably absent during the tour, was headed for the door. He startled Ana, causing her to jump a bit, as he sort of unexpectedly appeared. Stranger still, he had removed his shirt. His 'odd' behavior didn't go unnoticed and Ana clutched her sidearm tightly in her hand, reassuring her. It took a bit of encouragement, but she managed to find her voice again. [color=lightcoral]"Err, what are you doing?"[/color] Ana inquired right as the man reached the door. While waiting for his reply, she had taken a step back as if prepared to flee the worst of what her imagination had come up.