[color=9e0039]CORRINE DOOLAK[/color] - Gate at The Hull

Her body felt like it was buzzing.  Corrine rubbed her knuckles, both out of habit, and as a nervous fidget.  How long had she been standing there?  Where was Steve?  Where was...anyone?

The sun was almost completely set.  Her duffle bag of scant affairs was starting to feel heavy.  She shifted her weight between her feet.  Approaching footsteps caused her to turn, her heart doing a jump as she hoped it was Steve.

It was Castner.

“You have the most experience out of all of us with the island.”, he said as greeting to Corrine. “I know that doesn’t mean you often spend time outside the walls at night, but it still should mean you’re better equipped than any of us to deal with this.”

"Uh.  [i]Right,[/i]" she offered as paltry response.  "Generations of us have been told...been [i]conditioned[/i], to stay in after dark.  The fog is disorienting on any given day.  Add some scant moonlight and foolishness and you have a death wish," Corrine finished, bitterly.  She paused.  "I know my way around, that much is true.  An' I'm committed to helping us succeed to the best of my...ability.  Or, whatever."  Corrine turned her gaze to her toes.

Castner replied on a different topic. “How’s your relationship with Steve? He seems like a good man."

[i]Steve.[/i]  Her body relaxed at the thought of him.  She tried not to blush too hard, but it was impossible.  "I only met him this afternoon," she admitted.  "He was soft spoken and polite.  Then, it turns out, he's smart, an' good at fixing things.  Plus, he seems to like me, enough."  She turned her gaze back up towards Castner's face, smiling sheepishly.  "I don't know if it's just that I haven't felt like that in a long time, or if he's the real deal, but I..."  She crossed her arms, pulling her coat tighter around her body.  "I hope we live to see tomorrow, and many more."

She rolled her shoulders back.  "Why do you ask, though?"