Lara watched out through the windows, as the wind began to batter the glass. She watched as the group of strangers, who had arrived on the same day as her, began to make their way to the saloon. 'Getting bad out there, would be much safer at home..' She thought to herself. She moved her gaze to her arms, and ran a finger over the marks on one arm. She was here for a reason, she had to remember that. If they were weakened, and if the town was weakened, it may prove to help her. 

Lara hated the sounds of the sirens. They were loud and disruptive, and gave her a headache if they were particularly loud ones. The noise carried on, and on, until many of the townsfolk had made their way inside. The sounds lessened somewhat, but the noise was still there, pounding at her head. Lara closed her eyes and clenched her fist, hoping the sound would stop. A new sound came, the sound of breaking glass. The glass in her hand had shattered from her clenching her hand; pieces of glass were suck in the skin of her hand, and the dirty booze that had been in it formed a puddle around her hand.