[i]Why was she naked?[/i] And why was she standing so [i]close[/i] to where Temp was crouched?! Temp looked up at her but – nope nope nope, [i]mistake[/i]. Looking up at the naked person was a mistake.

Temp's face was on fire. She blinked, very pointedly looking at the ground. The guy she'd slapped awake asked her something. Temp tried to fight her embarrassment – no, Temp was [i]not[/i] embarrassed, she didn't get embarrassed, she –

[i][color=crimson]Ah, fuckin hell.[/color][/i]

[quote=Elliot]"Sorry, bad question."[/quote]
[color=crimson]"Yeah, no shit,"[/color] she muttered to him. She didn't know what the question was, but yeah. Whatever he'd said, it was probably wrong. There was no right thing to say when they'd been dumped on some beach after running from a plague, everyone they knew dead or dying. Evelyn's siblings flitted through her mind. [i]Shit[/i], she'd said she'd look out for them. Pain shot through her gut.

The naked person had walked away. Temp shoved herself to her feet when some half-drowned soldier type came scrambling up. Temp raised an eyebrow at his declaration. 

[color=crimson]"Yeah? What, you gonna solve everything for us, [i]Military Atache[/i]? Fix up the ship and tuck us in at night? Kiss our boo-boos?"[/color] Temp snorted. Bending, she swiped up the bottle of what looked like piss-bad swill that'd been dropped beside her. Flicking off the cork, she took a swig. God, it was shit. But, booze was booze. 

[color=crimson]"Have fun talking in circles."[/color]

She turned and started marching after the naked girl – [i]no[/i] not after the naked girl. She was going… towards the lights. Yeah. Obviously. Lights meant people. People meant not dying.