Hazel pulled her boots off, hesitant to lose the warmth they offered. She grabbed the blanket rope and untied one of them to wrap herself in. She went to turn off her phone, but found it wasn't in her pocket. She muttered another curse- she normally didn't swear this much. The phone must have fallen out of her pocket while she was running around downstairs.

Oh well. If it went off by some strange turn of events, it would only distract the Tartok. 

She swung the blanket over her shoulders, toying with the idea of untying several for everyone else, but she quickly discarded it. She was done being helpful. Maybe she was being too spiteful.

She went and sat next to Mark.

"How are you holding up?" She asked quietly.