*Sasha walks back to her own quarters, and takes off her armor to wear her body glove for the funeral.*
*Also tries to clean herself up slightly, sense it been awhile sense she showered.*

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*John maintains consiousness, and decides to drink a beer instead of hard alchol. He slowly gets to his feet, and lazily walks towards the mainroom.*

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*The old woman smiles at Xan, though it seems somewhat forced.*
OW: Oh excuse me, my name is Laura. I was stranded for days out there, until I found this place. 
*She looks tired, and rests heavily on her cane.*
Ow: May I come in?