[color=662d91][b]Lorelei Jones - Weaver Residence[/b][/color]

The night drew on and silence filled Eliza’s house.  Lorelei let go of Eliza’s hand and sank into her armchair. What a fucking day, that was. The first twenty-four hours of Salem had brought Lorelei an excruciating amount of interest. Most of it had accumulated into the form of this girl – this quiet, attractive woman who’d still managed to be charming within an inch of death. 

A voice reverberated from the lower depths of the tower. [i]“…Hello? Anyone here?”[/i] Lorelei placed her desert eagle on her lap and took a deep breath. She said nothing. The male voice bellowed again. [i]“I found your…unicorn. I know you’re injured. I can help. There’s a doctor I can take you to.”[/i] She recognized it. The booming voice belonged to the bloke she’d met earlier – Steve, the man she’d penned ‘Dr. Feelgood’. She didn’t respond. Instead, she let the echoing of Dr. Feelgood’s voice wither away into building and fade into total silence again.

Lorelei understood that if Eliza woke up without her sitting by her side, she’d disintegrate. Just a few hours ago, she had tried to draw a gun on Lora, but was too weak to even lift the barrel. Now, she had fallen asleep with their hands cupped together. A link of trust had been crudely pieced together. Although Lorelei had found said ‘trust’ before, it was not the same. The form that tossed and turned on the bed felt like home to her now, as if Eliza was the only piece of Salem that had cracked through her exterior. True, she’d made friends with the mutant—“Rook”—down on the hill, and she valued that jolly green giant with all of her being, but here was different. She only wanted to protect the girl on the bed.

Still, even with that in mind, Lorelei was suffocating. She hated lingering in the silence, in the stuffy room where Eliza’s sweaty half-naked form had tampered with the serenity of the air. She needed to stroll outside. Perhaps she could catch ‘Dr. Feelgood’ on the ground and tell him the truth; or, at least, some convenient version of it. She stood up. She pulled the covers over Eliza’s shoulder and played with the roots of the woman’s mangy hair. She was tough. She would be all right.

Lorelei crept toward the door and left the room without making a sound. She slipped out of the apartment complex and strolled toward the diner.

[i]“I’ll tell you what’s going on…You’ve got a greenskin behind here readying for an attack!”[/i]

Lorelei heard a voice booming from the diner. She squinted and noticed that many silhouettes had inhabited the place. She’d recognized Steve and Barney sitting inside, but none of the others. She raced toward the building with an alarmed look on her face. Once she’d made it to the diner, she folded her arms.

“Calm yourselves. The mutant is not hostile. His name is ‘Rook’ and he’s harvesting materials to help build a barrier. I watched him work this afternoon, myself.” She glared at Tom, the man who she had yet to meet, and pushed past the rest of the group to make her way inside the diner. She sat down on one of the barstools and locked eyes with the man behind the counter. 

Lorelei turned her head slightly sideways and furrowed her brow at Ace. “What does a girl have to do around here to get her hands on a strawberry milkshake?” She peered over at Steve and Barney and lazily bowed her head in greeting. "Nice place you've got, by the way."