Danielle was frowning when they reached outside. Old clay? That didn't make any sense, but she wasn't going to question it. She had to trust Ariand, even though the bottom of her gut warned her not to. The fact that he said they had changed him somehow screamed all sorts of red flags. Danielle didn't find she had much in the way of choices. She could either run screaming, or get in the car with him. "Maybe you shouldn't drive, either," she said coyly, a poor attempt at humor. She let herself be tugged along towards the car, staying close to him in case any survivors tried to kill her. But who was she fooling? Danielle distinctly remembered seeing all the women in that room before she'd passed out.<br/><br/>Once inside the car, she buckled herself and unrolled the window. They'd stolen a car, though they had the keys, so was it really theft? After Danielle told him where she lived, she was quiet for a time, looking out the window as she tried to stay awake. The ordeal she'd just endured was still traumatizing, and she didn't see the way Aliand looked at her through the entirety of the trip. Soon they pulled up to her apartment complex. She couldn't even think about the next day, or the day after. All she wanted to do was bathe. When he suggested coming up with her, her pretty green eyes lit on his face. She searched his face, the hair on the nape of her neck crawling in warning. Of course she knew nothing about pheromones, though her eyes dilated a little.<br/><br/>"That's probably a good idea. Though I don't think I have any clothes that would fit you." Though Danielle did have large baggy shirts and baggy pants, but he was taller though they might fit perfectly, if anything. She pulled the robe around her and then pulled the hood over her head so no one would recognize her. After all she had long, vibrant red hair. She waited for Aliand to get out and then led him upstairs to her apartment. They'd taken all her possessions, even her wallet. Her hands trembled again, but she was able to find her spare key taped to the bottom of a plant.<br/><br/>The house was empty. She had no pets; she was allergic to cats, and dogs weren't allowed. It was one less thing she had to deposit for. As it stood she paid a pretty penny per month for a washer/dryer set. Danielle just didn't have cable, and only Pandora and Netflix to keep herself entertained when she got home from work. Danielle had a job interview next week, and she hoped that her excellent grades would outshine her lack of work experience. The apartment was of course small, with just one queen-sized bed, bathroom, kitchen and living room. There was a table with chairs, a sofa, recliner, and coffee table. A bookshelf had plants on top and books in every nook and cranny.<br/><br/>When she flipped on the lights, her eyes had to adjust a bit to the brightness. "Would you like to shower first?" she asked, playing the good hostess. She didn't want to hog all the hot water despite wanting desperately to soak. She pulled the hood off, but didn't take the robe off. Stripping naked would not be the greatest idea. Danielle was glad she wasn't hungry; she wasn't sure she could eat anything, though some hot cocoa sounded wonderful. Looking down, she grimaced. Her feet were covered in blood. Her whole body started to tremble, feeling seconds away from a meltdown. All of it just came crashing down. Tears started to stream down her face, and she covered her head with her hands.