The brown haired woman stood outside of the tents with her arms crossed, watching the refugee camps surrounding the Tower of Conviction in Albion. She had a neutral expression as she saw the terror and starvation that the refugees suffered each day. She huffs, pounding at the thought of how her work and the effords of the girls where the only thing that kept them well fed and relatively safe. Before thinking out loud

"Damn... I hope that Elaine isn't eating dirt at these hours... Poor girl."