[h3]Shanon[/h3]
Shanon didn’t like the dying man; something about him put her on edge and want to tear him apart. But her friends were using him at the moment and none of them seemed to be in danger, but still Shanon kept a pair of eyes on the dying man as he was interrogated. She was certain he was going to die soon.

“FUCK you!” A shout from her right.

Shanon snapped herself to attention to the shout to see Wolfe and Hirsch talking to each other about something just out of her hearing. When their discussion was over She watched as Wolfe left Hirsch to speak with Natasha, but it was the worried look on Hirschs face that caught most of Shanons attention. Shanon watched them for a moment trying to gauge them and figure out how the pair of them were feeling. 

After coming to a conclusion Shanon huffed and creaked when she stood up. She thanked Twain once more for sewing her tears close and shuffled over towards Hirsch.

“Is Wolfe friend and Hirsch friend okay?” She was frowning with worry. “Wolfe friend look like making Monster Thoughts.”