Bright swathes of midday light filtered through shadows of crumbling leaves and bare branches above the tense map of the Rabin camp. Misha contained her thoughts and rampaging emotions behind a bitter scowl, poised and defensive. [i]I'm a damn traitor,[/i] she thought with a pang of rage at her own lack of resolve. The second her fawning puppy dog eyes caught a glimpse of Kianna, she melted into childish emotion. Did she care about her? Sure. Did she care about the Broms more? She hoped so. The Rabins were sparse at this time of the day, distracted with their duties or caught up in their own, personal emotional turmoil. From her perch near one of the fires - barely lit, now just a faintly burning pit of ash and coal - she regarded the watchful eyes of the hostile teens. [i]Clear enough.[/i] She narrowed her eyes and slowly brought herself to her feet. [i]If anyone asks, I'm going to find somewhere to pee,[/i] she decided as she crept with silent footsteps and catlike secrecy towards whatever facility stored the Rabin food supply.