Small, helpless little human hiding behind the broken wings of an angel.  What a they must be to the actual human standing before them.  They both looked so broken and this human looked...almost healthy.  It wasn't truly common to run into such a human.  Most of the ones that were left were starving and constantly on the run.  Interesting that this one didn't fit into that category.  Had they stumbled upon a rebel faction?<br/><br/>She did not miss the look on the humans face, nor the scent that seemed to pour off of her as she looked at Remi.  Wrath.  Mmm, such a sinful nature.  Her nostrils flared slightly as she inhaled the delectable scent coming from the woman.  She<i>hated</i>him.  This just kept getting more and more interesting.  She knew for a fact that Remi had been in the camp for longer than this human had been alive so there was no way that they had met.  Yet, the hatred burned true. ..<br/><br/>She feigned being frightened as Remi moved slightly so that she would be revealed to the woman.  She let her hand grip the back of his shirt and pulled closer to him, making herself look even smaller than she already was.  He knew her?  That was...intriguing to her, but seemed to not be to the woman.  In fact, she didn't seem thrilled about his comment in the least.<br/><br/>She heard Remi ask if the woman could help them.  She wasn't sure the woman would say yes.  That hate in her eyes ran deep and it was completely possible that it would stand in the way of any help that she was capable of giving.  However, the woman surprised her by offering to help only her.  Kol made a pained noise as she moved as if something had pulled the wrong way from such a small action.  She looked up to Remi and then back at the woman.  "I...I don't understand...  He is hurt worse than I am.... the things they did...."  Her voice held the horror of what she had witnessed in her life.  "If you only have supplies for one of us, please help him... He saved my life by getting me out of there..."