It had been some time now, the group just sat there. Quiet. Still.<br/>Nothing had really happened. They had had no one come and give order, brought food, nor had they met another captive yet. Shane sat on his bottom, his back laid against the wall and his knees quivering together - almost like he had the chills, though the boy knew he was a little scared inside.<br/><br/>"Um... Weela. Is that cloth hurting you?" The boy asked, hoping she may understand his words and took off his jacket, extending it towards her, "Don't know that enough, but if you want." Shane spoke slowly then, turning back towards Shasha. He had been wondering how she was taking the imprisonment experience.