Marcella watched helplessly as the singer disappeared back into her home. A sorrowful tune followed, a gloomy melody intertwined with the sadness in the air. The Italian stood there numbly, tears threatening to overflow. It was the affect of the hauntingly beautiful voice and the helpless regret nestled deep beneath her gut. She was a doctor, damn it! It was her job to help. Unfortunately, there was no cure for a broken heart except time.

With a shaky breath, Marcella turned to the newly arrived companion. "Khalil, is it? Pleasure. My name is Marcella Biancardi. If only we had met in more jovial circums..." she trailed off as Khalil turned away, seemingly forgetting the Italian's presence. Marcella sighed and turned her back. The best course of action now would be regrouping with her companions before heading home to gather her supplies.