Lisanna gladly took Beatrice's hand and shook it softly. Lisanna had always had a gentle touch and being dead didn't change that. After all, why should it? She couldn't help but smile at the woman.

	"It's pretty.. I like it."

	She said this, glad to have such a simple and friendly interaction to distract from the impending and living hell they were experiencing. She glanced over at Clarence. For a brief moment, she reached down to her short's pockets before letting go. She used to carry a lighter for Father and for other reasons... -Father always misplaced his. But Lisanna had forgotten a lot of things that night. 

	[i]Teenagers shouldn't carry lighters anyways.[/i]  She told herself. Her expression faltered and her smile slipped into some forgotten place. Her gaze slumped down to the ground awaiting any instructions. Compliant as always.