[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=8dc73f]Amelia Payne[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTojj1OLJ5T4f77dGDefsPABUy66bkRd0RrN7KvzNO5QjJ6xT01sw[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b]Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A
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	Amelia kept to her solitude where she had taken to seat, away from everyone, but sure enough Riley joined her, which both made her feel better and tugged on her anger about the situation a little. For whatever reason, Amelia couldn't help, but consider the situation that she probably was the one responsible for both of them ending like this. She carefully and slowly was taking her bites of the food as she heard her love speak. She gulped the bit and weakly shook her head.[color=8dc73f]" No... just... stay with me."[/color] She managed to mumble out. Nothing Riley could say or do would make her feel better, not at the situation they were in. Her presence was enough of a calming factor and that was enough. It was less the loss of hair and more the humiliation she felt that was the issue here and havig Riley also bald now didn't make her mood better. Granted with or without hair, she was still her love, but Amelia couldn't help, but blame herself for not being careful enough.

	Maybe Amelia was going to be better disposed to this whole thing if she didn't feel treated like a prisoner right now, despite the seeminly best intentions from their 'hosts'. So far their promises at least were holding true for the moment, they got a bath, got food and a medical check up. Staying in a quarantine should have been the normal procedure, but she just couldn't stand it easily. Beng unarmed here at a location filled with people she didn't know, whom might be harboring evil intents despite the nice way they were presenting themselves, was putting her nerves on the strain. Trust was not a commodity she had much of from the very start, now it was worse. She was repeating in her mind that she had to be calm and stand it for Riley. There was a chance this place could be a new safe hom... location. She just had to keep her eyes open and be ready for hte first signs of trouble. If this was an elaborate ruse, she was not going to get caught unaware, everyone was an enemy until proven otherwise.

	Soon enough more people arrived, followed by even more people, but those ones were bringing over things such as clothing and the like. She had almost forgotten they were still in the robe things. Amelia subconciously reached to play with her hair, only to realize there was no more hair to play with. She bit lightly her lip, throwing a few looks around, studying the new arrivals, before her eyes locked onto the leader looking person. He was armed and speaking about a debriefing. She wasn't sure she'd remember his name right away, but the Gunny nickname was easy enough. Overall she didn't speak or made any sound as he started speaking and was explaing what was happening right now. She wasn't going ot be screwing anyone over unless provoked by something. Though for yet another time she lothed the fact she had no weapon of any kind with her. She wanted her bat frankly, wanted it more than she wanted clothes right now. Then as she looked at him, she wondred, if they threw her out, would they really return her things? Mind you she didn't want to be thrown out and wanted to stay with Riley, but she had doubts about these hypothetical questions.