Finley walked through the building, eyeing everything in sight as of she was studying it for an exam. She touched the walls and looked down at the floors. A part of her wishes to take a picture of the beautiful interior, but Finley no longer possessed a camera- she was forced to sell it to earn more money for travel fees coming here. She felt bad for poor David, even of he did do something completely wrong. She remembered their conversation on the bus- he was kind hearted, just a very, very confused male. Finley ran a hand height her short raven hair and slowly took steps forward, tuning her attention back toward taking in her surroundings.