Misha stood stiffly in the Rabin camp, her eyes darting from side to side. She had began plotting her escape some time the night before, but then her conscience caught up with her and she remembered Destin. Now, she paced, trying to avoid the watching eyes of the Rabins - Brick, especially. Her bruised body ached from his attack, and she wasn't keen on running into him again. Though he seemed to have occupied himself with something else for the moment, she wasn't taking any chances.. She decided to simply bide her time with silence and short glares until Sacha would speak with her.