Angpetu looked over towards Twain as if he was off his rocker but after what they had seen, perhaps it was just his way of dealing with it. Each person in the past that had been exposed to the Kin reacted in their own way and it had driven some to the padded rooms section of hospitals. Oh perhaps, that was just the way he was. Shrugging inwardly she stood there as the ash fell down and brushed it off her sleeves. 

	“Yeah, that would be me,” Angpetu commented as she stood there. “Thankfully these Kin don’t infect when they get ya but sadly that isn’t always the case,” she muttered more to herself than anyone around. Shrugging off her coat she pushed aside the shredded material of her blouse a bit to see how deep the wounds were. She would need stitches but it could have been worse; she had seen worse. 

	“Question is though, are you a doctor?” Angpetu inquired as she looked back over towards Twain, ‘already had one mad man tearing into my flesh this evening.” Sighing she slid her coat back on and gripped her rifle. “Either way, guess we should head back to what is called civilization out here, other than stitches I could use a belt,” Angpetu said in a huff. Turning, she didn’t wait for the others to comment or follow, figuring if they had questions they could tag along for the ride. This wasn’t a circumstance that you pressed people to speak about, either they did or they didn’t and it was best to let them come to it on their own. 

	“I’ll be in my room shortly at the saloon, second floor, room four,” she said before she began to walk off. She had only taken a few steps when something caught her attention and she sighed deeply, seemed there were more watching than she had anticipated. “Alright you, come on out,” she said quickly as she looked at a patch of undergrowth and brush that moved every so often. “It’s safe now.”