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To Liors's credit, she didn't scream. Instead, she lurched forward with a short yelp, whipping her head round to face the intruder. The day was progressively getting worse, and there was still so much of it left, so when she saw Zane hanging from the tree, she let out a sigh internally. [color=8882be]"M-maybe another day, I don't. Um. Never mind,"[/color] she said. Was he serious or was he joking? At this point, what was the difference, he could've been implying either.

[color=8882be]I think, um, I should go to my dorm,"[/color] Liiors squeaked, but it sounded more like a question then anything. Honestly, she was just desperate to get away from the entrance, where all the problems seemed to be. At least there would be less people in the dorms, and it would (hopefully) be quieter. 

She dissolved her seat and motioned at Rhea. [color=8882be]"Uh. If you want to, um, come too, to the dorms, I guess I'd like that? I'm,"[/color] and she glanced at her wrist, [color=8882be]"25-A?"[/color] She picked up her bags, quickly rustling through for the important things. Everything seemed to still be there, but she hadn't checked thoroughly. Could Deirdre send her anything she'd left in parcels? What if she'd dropped something - it would be impossible to find, and Liors was doing it again. [i][color=8882be]You haven't forgotten anything. You checked three times last night. You haven't forgotten,[/color][/i] but that didn't stop the nagging thoughts. 

Realizing she'd just been staring at her bags for a good thirty seconds, she picked them up, ready to leave. 25-A, 25-A.