Lamia was laying on the floor of the vehicle, trying her best to sleep when she felt it come to a stop. To say she was tired would be a gross understatement. She was exhausted, barely having the energy to do anything. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten and, like everything else to with her healing ability, it seemed like she couldn't starve to death. Sooner or later though the light headedness, weakness and shakiness would get to her and she'd end up eating something, and then she'd be forced to endure a lifetime of memories and sensations with every bite.
She'd been considering looking for a new "home" when the two had found her. She hadn't paid much attention to them beyond the fact that one was blue and the other was pale. They'd refused to shut up, talking about safe-havens, new starts, beginnings, training, education, understanding and all sorts of crap. She got the feeling the one with the German accent had rehearsed the speech. She'd considered slitting her throat and bleeding out just so she could get an hour of quiet, but she knew she needed to find a new place to be. The other squatters were starting to key in to what she was and what she could do. If they approached the crazy girl with the knife she'd stab the life out of herself, but she'd always seem fine a few days later. Some were starting to figure out that they could do anything to her if they waited until she'd bled out to do it. So it was time to go.

With that, she'd told the blue German to shut up and just take her there already. Then she stabbed herself in the neck, aiming for the carotid artery. By the time she came to, she was on the floor of the vehicle and she took it as an opportunity to just sleep. Listening to the sound of doors opening and nearby voices, Lamia kept her eyes closed and pretended to continue sleeping. She didn't really feel like dealing with more people right now.