Adelisa walked out of the bathroom, rubbing her arms self-conciously. She walked past the waitress from downstairs and the woman's eyes went straight to Adelisa's arms. The woman's eyes widened and she gasped. Adelisa brushed past her with a small sigh and climbed down the stairs, agrivated with the exposure. As she descended though, her mind went to the families that she met before the Blackmoores. She hadn't met many that survived long enough for her to warn them, but the ones she did warn were ignorant. She finally met a group that listened to her. It was strange... but it happened.