“The angel who gave you cigarettes is in charge of making sure you don’t die and not much else.” Eliza scoffed.<br/><br/>“He’s cocky. I like him.” Henry smirked, nudging her.<br/><br/>“If we choose to bring him in, I can make sure he doesn’t have any bites or wounds, make sure he’s healthy.” She said. It didn’t need to be said, she did it every time someone new came, but she wanted the man, Ethan, to know what was coming if he was accepted in. She was the person that new people went to, for new clothes, for inspection, for everything important. She was the welcome wagon.<br/><br/>“I’m going back to my post. Let me know what happens.” Henry muttered, stepping out of the room and jogging back to the post he’d abandoned in his hurry so they wouldn’t be swarmed in all the excitement.