[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1]
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building one (infirmary)[/centre]

Niesha was getting a little concerned about what was taking so long, and she glanced to the doors once more, pondering going in. She glanced to the grease, but figured that wouldn't be going anywhere, but part of her was concerned about the mess that she was-she didn't want to drag in grime and grease, and probably cause an infection if anyone had an open wound. Or have to end up cleaning up more mess. She was sure that she was covered in grease all over, in patches and she was too tired to have to clean up more mess. 

Biting her lip, suddenly filled with uncertainity, She was sure if something had happened that there would be some sort of a commotion if anything was happening, so she calmed herself slightly, and shifted, Sighing to herself, Niesha looked back up to the sky, She closed her eyes again. She could go in, she supposed, and perhaps try and soothe things over with Astrid, but...she wasn't in any mood for that, too tired for it all right then. 

Maybe tomorrow. She reached up and rubbed her eyes, like a little kid that was tired, and let out a slow breath, opening them again and looking to the infirmary door, waiting for Sophia to come back out.