"I'm fine thank you."

Amy said plainly as Blaise approached her, by the time he'd near Amy consciously took a few steps away from the man. Of course, she'd known Blaise for the longest time, his attempts to kindle a friendship have been met with stonewalling from Amy. While she did appreciate the communication she usually found herself distancing herself from Blaise despite the fact, but there was no denying that she held him in a higher light than most of the people in the party. Feeling a bit anxious and with the nagging thought of finishing the traps Amy began to make her way back to the perimeter. It was about time to mount up anyway, and the camp was alive with people - Hector's team was just gearing up as well.

"We'll talk later, perhaps. I have work to do."

She said before walking back to her handiwork.

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Roe was loud, that was the one thing Amy didn't really like about her was her mouth. Articulate and speak clearly and you'll never have to scream as loud as she did. On her mount Amy sat still while the commanders conversed, her eyes fell adrift to the nature around her but soon snapped back to the reality - something about losing a guy. She looked around as if she could identify who was missing, but she didn't really know. It wasn't Blaise or the few that she had made acquaintances with so the feelings of dread, death and despair soon rushed out of the young woman.

Looking over to Maisy, she suppressed a look of disdain. Maybe it was the looks she got from Maisy or the fact she was in a higher position of authority than Amy. She never really liked the scout, and while they don't speak often she could feel a form of tension between the two. Hands gripping tighter on her mount, Amy began to look away before her anger got the better of her. Fighting and discord woulden't help the group at all, her mouth kept shut Amy could only focus on listening for now. There would be a time and place to air out dirty laundry, but that's if she wanted too.