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Isla nodded at everything Zoey said cause she was right, they needed rest and there was no point in asking aimless questions. Also why hadn’t they just tried leaving? She doubted it would be that simple but hey, it was worth a try. After sleep. She watched as various people went off to take watch before pulling her beanie properly over her head and drifting off to sleep…

… Only to wake up to a loud yell what seemed like a moment later, automatically blinking and falling right on her ass on the floor next to where she slept. Disoriented she jerked her head around as she tried to figure out where she was. This wasn’t her room… fuck. Of course it wasn’t. As sleep left her brain all the events of before she slept came flooding back. And the yelling wasn’t from some drunken Scot shouting abuse at a friend outside but instead Hagan. She rubbed her head as she pushed away the confusion from her face and replaced it with a normal, lazy smile. As if she was dealing with all this [i]just fine[/i]. 

Slowly, Isla pushed herself to her feet and glanced over at the large man. Nightmare, for sure, it was written all over his face. She couldn’t easily tell the lie in him saying he was fine (as an expert liar). She walked over to the water cooler, filling up a cup of water and then went over to Hagan and Zoey. She held the cup out towards him. 

[color=f26522]“Here, drink this, you’re covered in sweat,”[/color] she said. [color=f26522]“Gotta rehydrate or some shit. Have to say, this ain’t my normal wake up call, but when is anything normal here?” [/color]

Isla didn’t bother with any questions about if he was okay cause she knew he wouldn’t talk about it. No point pressing for something that you ain’t gonna find out about. As she waited for him to take the water she glanced back towards the door and muttered, mostly to herself, [color=f26522]“I wonder if we can find any food here.”[/color]