[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1]
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building one (infirmary)--->outside building Five, Fabrication[/centre]


Niesha looked up, a little relieved when Sophia appeared. She thought she might end up standing there for a while, with the grease next to her. Being pulled into a hug, and a kiss, Niesha was a little flustered. She still wasn't use to it, doubted she'd ever be use to it. She shifted slightly, aware that she was still covered in grim. As Sophia spoke, about her hand, Niesha gave her a smile, pleased for her, but still a little guilty about Sophia losing her hand. It didn't matter how many times Sophia said it wasn't her fault, Niesha believed it was. THe fact that Sophia didn't seem to hate her, baffled Niesha a little bit. Okay, a lot. But she was pleased that Sophia had this opportunity. She just wished Sophia didn't need it. [color=fff000]"Thats great"[/color] She said brightly. 

Leaning down to help lift the grease once more, Niesha thought a moment, recalling the layout of the area, she tried to recall where fabrication was, but she hadn't had much to do with that, if anything. Hesitating a moment, [color=fff000]"I think its near the repair shop, down this way"[/color] she said, starting to lead the way, hoping she was taking them the right way. Returning Richard's nod, Niesha nearly called out to ask if they were going the right way, but decided against it, Shifting her grip as Tom ran past them. 

Relieved once they reached Fabrication, Niesha let out a slow breath, [color=fff000]"This is it"[/color]