[b]Karyl[/b]

Karyl had begun to calm down - no thanks to anyone else. Liar? Thief? Torture specialist? Despair? What kind of sociopaths was she staying with? She could count the number of people she could trust not to murder her on one hand! And when Morgan chuckled, flipping her eyepatch back down and shuffling her cards once more, Karyl struggled to mask her distaste.

"It can't be anything worse than what we've heard so far," she said in response to Lucas' introduction. Octavia's bow clattered on the ground and Karyl sighed as she picked it back up. "You're fine, Octavia." Octavia accepted the bow back, looking much less despondent.

"Am I?" Morgan asked.

"No." Karyl looked to the steel door. "Well, Anna, if you steal, think you could get this door open?" She was already fed up with this little joke. It looked solid, yeah, but if she was so good, she could give it a shot.