[h3][center] [color=fff79a]June[/color] and [color=6ecff6]Mallory[/color] [/center] [/h3]

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June tried to make out what she could. Everyone was deciding whether or not to go into Moresby.  [color=fff79a]"We did not go to Moresby. Too many people."[/color] She said, trying to weigh in but flubbing the grammar a little. She placed her hand on Mallory's shoulder, and the taller brunette placed her hand on June and offered a weak smiled before looking up at the rest of the group.

[color=6ecff6]"I'm not sure where to go, so I'll leave that up to you all. I hope you'd take my friend and I with you. I'll try not to be as much as a burden."[/color] She said apologetically, biting her lower lip. [color=6ecff6]"That was...a poor performance. I'm Mallory, and this my friend June, by the way. We're from France."[/color] She gestured to her friend and herself, and June waved again.

Mallory sighed, knitting her fingers together anxiously.[color=6ecff6] "Are we sure help isn't coming, though? How long can we stay in here before we have to leave?" [/color] She asked. They were safe in here, and Mallory was not at all eager to leave the safety of the security room. Though she was a little bit more composed and she was very well spoken, the knawing ball of dread in her gut hadn't left her. She seached for Elijah with her eyes. While everyone was wrapped up in conversation, she would take the chance to thank him for saving her life.