"I hope the fruit is safe," Jane said to Akuma, hopefully. Just as she spoke aloud, Luna rushed to help Shayre with the shelter. She was more proactive than the other two with such a task. Jane watched as they carried the shelter. Not once had shelter really crossed her mind. She had slept in the wilderness here for. . Maybe two nights, three nights? And not once had shelter been an issue. The nights had seemed mediocre, and. . Maybe it was the shock of the scenario keeping her from moving, having more survival. It was true, she had been in a particular mindset during those three days, nights.

She had been tripping on acid just the twelve hours before all of this happened, or something like that. And here she was. .starving, and it dawned on her to help Luna and Shayre with the shelter. Recollecting how she had gotten here seemed too much of a daze. What happened? What [i]really[/i] had happened to them all? Why were they here. . ? She snapped out of her daze.

"I, here, I can help, as well," she spoke, biting her lip, again, realizing how weak her voice sounded. She drew in a deep breath, trying not to mind. The more important scenario was: she did not want to be caught not helping. If she was not mistaken, Akuma had helped collect materials for the shelter while she was in feeble condition. Or was that what had happened? She was not very clear minded during that time period, and even now, her mind wandered and scratched at itself.

She walked over to Luna and Shayre to help carry the shelter, "You really should not be lifting heavy objects with your head injury," she spoke, again to Shayre, concerned about him. He had helped her when her leg was maimed, and watching him strain was not a sight Jane thought she should allow. Her hunger was striking, but she could still walk.