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Ginny drew in a shuddering breath as the tension slowly deflated, her shoulders dropping out of their defensive set as the sudden adrenaline from being [i]threatened with a gun[/i] faded away. She had just raised her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose—an old habit she'd picked up from her mother—when a voice spoke up behind her, and she whirled.

[color=YellowGreen]"I'm fine, just f—"[/color] She paused in the middle of a well-rehearsed response, face blank for a moment, before her eyes widened. [color=YellowGreen]"Richard!"[/color] Genevieve lunged forward, pulling the boy she'd known as a child into a lightning-quick hug before stepping back. She smiled, unable to feel awkward about her response when it was just [i]so good[/i] to see an even distantly familiar face that wasn't screaming violence.

[color=YellowGreen]"R-Ryker, I mean—and Emerson—I'm [i]so[/i] glad to see you. Well, not—not glad, because you're here, but—you know what I mean."[/color] Her smile was a bit shaky around the edges, but the sentiment was genuine. 

Ginny glanced around, and the group seemed to be organizing to leave and head north. She frowned, shifting from foot to foot before she looked back at Ryker. [color=YellowGreen]"I'm going to stay here,"[/color] she said as she came to a decision, tracing the seam on the first aid kit still in her hands. [color=YellowGreen]"Get things organized, try and keep people together for now, get a better idea of what we have. You're welcome to help if you don't want to head out with them."[/color]