Donald
Seven months. You would think after *Seven* Months of living here. Anja Leta would get some sort of break. Perhaps she put this on herself.
Well. Not the whole... Gigantic monster attacking the building. No matter how her brain tries to tell her, that one probably wasn't on her, at least, this time it wasn't.
 
What was just supposed to be another day of reading and wondering if Ashton really did die in his dorm was interrupted with an ear-piercing scream, a sudden breaking of the rooftop, and the brave service of the alarm system placed in every dorm and every hallway going off all at the same time. And then there was the sonic boom? And the bear, but that wasn't the cause for any harm. Nice bear, really.
 
Anja is laying in the grassy outskirts of the facility, hands covering her face to block out as much light as was left in the slowly declining suns last fight against the turn of earth.
She had a migraine.
Maybe if she had left with the first crowd, it would've been diminished. But she had decided to listen to faculty and stay in the room. That damn siren. Next time it goes off she's tampering with it. 
The sonic boom was the final nail into the coffin of her skull, though. She cursed the person who caused it with years of misfortune.
 
At this point she's just glad the screaming was gone. Unfortunate though, was that she was battling this headache with no support. It was just her and her brain, and boy, did these nerves have some tricks up its sleeves.
 
She would go to one of the stores in the city if standing up didn't sound like self-mutilation at this point.
The grass felt nice.
Leslie
Ashton was going to go insane. He was actually really considering just asking to be sent to a psych ward instead of being here another day. Granted, he was more than happy to be in the presence of Ares and Sergio again, even if it was under these... Strange... Circumstances. There was something about beating the shit out of concrete that was beyond cathartic, especially right now.

But he was worried about Anja. 

Admittedly, she was the first person he thought of when the evacuation started. He wasn't in their dorm because of *Course* He wasn't, he was never in the right place or the right time. Especially when concrete was falling from the ceiling. It was all too familiar, really, it was almost enough to make him laugh. The noise shook him, and it clearly fucked up everyone else, too. He needed to get back outside or his head would explode.

Ashton tumbles into the grass, one lizard-monster arm cradling his head before he spreads out in the field, sighing before sitting up, and... Look who it is!

"Anja!" He's a little too excited and a little too loud. "Are you ok?!"
Donald
Anja's face underneath her palms scrunches, the boys voice bouncing and assisting the war against her head. There is Ashton. Good to see him. Or atleast hear him.

*"No."* The word comes out like it was ripped out of her vocal chords. "I have... Bad migraine." 

She lightly uncovers one of her eyes to see the lizard boy herself. It's been months, after all. Besides the light dusting of concrete and plaster, he looks fine, behind all the floaters in her eye, atleast. She covers her eye again, determining that the pain was not worth the reunion.

Maybe she could use the bandages wrapped around her hand over her eyes.

"Could you-" She winces, her own voice ringing in her head. "To Isakstad. Need something for head. Bring me, please?"