[color=ed145b]CORRINE DOOLAK[/color] - wreckage site -- 10PM?

Steve had woken up suddenly, babbling about why they had to die, or...or, something.  Corrine was so surprised by his sudden revival that she was hardly paying attention, especially since Castner had materialized at some point to start giving Steve some first aid.  Her head felt cloudy from the roller coaster of emotions she'd experienced in the very short amount of time.  She laced her fingers into Steve's and watched quietly as Castner muttered shallow comforts.  The woman, Rose, from before, had appeared and she, too, had begun to sob over the other dead bodies.

Corrine surfaced from her daze just in time to hear Castner speak to her.  "I'll see what she's talking about."

She nodded wordlessly in response, taking it upon herself to hold the bandages against Steve.  James, who, despite being quite wounded, was using his aggravating haughty mainlander tone to question Longfellow about the cultists.

"Well now..." Longfellow began, "The only thing I can think of is that crazy spirit those Children of Atom fruitcakes used to go on about. Their missionaries would always go on and on about the 'Mother of The Fog'. Not sure if this 'Mother' is the same one, but I guess it could be. The cultists don't look like the children at all though. For one thing...they've got full heads of hair..." 

Corrine wiped her nose on the back of her sleeve in an attempt to regain some composure.  She swallowed and finally spoke, her voice initially coming out as a gargle.  "Suh-smooth skin, too.  Many long-time cultists don't tend ta look so...well...fresh."  She glanced around at the other islanders who had turned to face her while she spoke.  "Well, it's true, ain't it?"  Corrine shrugged.  "Not like I know what it means.  Maybe they just haven't been goons long enough ta have lost their hair an' their skin."

She crouched back down to take Steve's hand in both of hers, once more.  "Can we just finish up, here, an' get back to down?  Steve and James both need to see the doc.  Nothin' about those cultists is gonna change in the time it takes us to get back to town."

Corrine looked into Steve's face and squeezed his hand.  "You just hang in there, all right?  We're gonna get you back to town, to a warm bed, and some medicine."  As an afterthought, her gaze shot up to meet Longfellow's eyes.  "Don't you forget about Avery, neither."