[center][b]Kalinda[/b][/center]

Kalinda gave a nodded, and walked away without saying anything else. She would continue, even if she thought it was helpless. As one of the searchers seemed to have a small break down,s wearing and such, Kalinda looked over. 

It was she supposed inevitable. This destruction. The bodies. The hope crushed with each lift of the rubble, each failure. 

She hesitated, and then diverted towards him. She didn't recognise him, but then, how many people had gone to this school?. His hands were bloody, and Kalinda winced. She stepped to his stride, and said softly, "In things like this, you have to b e careful for your own health, physical, mental and emotional. You can't just do what you were doing. You need to rest, if only so you can be helpful. Get your hands treated-i'm sure there's a healer around someewhere-, rest for a little bit, have something to eat. And then return if you can" She soothed away some of the pain, and the more fearful emotions. 


[center][b]Phoebe[/b][/center]

As Flood came over, Phoebe gave him a smile, but it was brief. Flood was as strange as ever. "Yes, thank you. Danial. He's a bundle of joy." her voice was soft, and indulgent as she spoke of her son. She watched as Flood found his box and his money. "We're searching for survivors, Flood. You're lucky to find that. See if you can put that luck into finding people alive"