[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019a50f1-939d-740b-a26f-4812e8431bc6.webp[/img]  [hr][color=9370DB]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake 
[color=9370DB]Skills[/color]: N/A  [/center][hr][hr]	Nancy wanted to focus just on Dobbs with the radio. She wanted to fully absorb that information - but instead, she found herself throwing glances at Demi, and how he was... writing all of this down. For a fraction of a second, her eyes widened, stunned. It probably was just out of his own self interest, but... Maybe he wasn't looking for an opportunity to get her out of the way and get to her brother. She bit back a slight smile. Maybe he was someone she could trust, if she started to seize. And her brother clearly liked him, and she trusted Zeke, so... She relaxed a little bit, some of the self inflicted tension leaving her body. It was easy for her to be mistrustful and assume the worst, especially when it came to her brother. It had always been the two of them. That had never changed - not in the way Demi's presence threatened to make it. 

	And yet, she couldn't help but feel a bit hopeful. She was Wiccan, too - any energy she put out would return to her, threefold. Maybe she needed to apply that to her suspicions about her brother's crush. The two of them weren't even dating yet. [color=9370DB]"Hey, Demi - thanks,"[/color] she called out, as he started to leave. [color=9370DB]"That was pretty rad of you."[/color] She curled her toes inside her shoes, feeling the immediate discomfort. [color=9370DB]"And, um, you, too,"[/color] she added, looking back at Em. [color=9370DB]"I know I'm not the reason you learned the radio - but I appreciate it all the same."[/color] 

	[i]Bleh[/i]. She hated expressing feelings. [color=9370DB]"Want to go look for the crime scenes?"[/color] she then asked, going for a quick change in topic. [color=9370DB]"They're grody, yeah, but I'm kind of a bit of a sicko for these sort of things."[/color]