Shula nodded, taking the plate and thanking the man. Her mouth watered with the promise of good and hot food- nothing at all like she had received at the facility. She was eager to show down, barley leaving any room to talk as she finished off the plate with gusto.<br/><br/>"Well don't you worry, I'll be sure to help and if he doesn't I'll beat it into him." She assured, giving the man a smile. They chatted but it was clear Shula was distracted. Her words were forced and she found it harder and harder to keep the small talk going. She knew what the problem was; she wanted closure. She had been avoiding the subject since she got here and even though she had expressed she didn't want to talk about it that's all she could seem to think about. The thought of what happened to Amelia lingered in her mind until it finally became too much to bear.<br/><br/>"Um..." She let out, after a long stretch of silence. "How did you find her?" She asked quietly, her plate forgotten and her hand curling around a cup of tea that Thomas had brewed. She clutched it tightly, as if the mug were the only thing keeping her from drifting away.