Cora wasted no time ripping open the packet and tucking into the ration. It was dry and tasted bland, but it was food nonetheless. She only ate half, knowing that Daz didn't have many and she wasn't sure if he'd even be willing to share them all. Cora wasn't used to being hungry, she was privileged enough to always have plenty of food on the table, all prepared and cooked by professionals. She'd gone from riches to rags in such a short amount of time, she was still adjusting.<br/><br/>She nodded at Daz's next suggestion, looking over her shoulder at the pathway he'd suggested as she place the other half of her food back inside the packaging and into her bag. When she turned her attention back to him, he apologised and she noticed him looking at her hair whilst running a hand through his own. She gathered he was probably wondering why it was such a mess.<br/><br/>"It's okay, I'm used to it." Cora replied, twisting a chunk of her hair round her finger. It flopped down when she released it, the curl slowly unwinding back to her normal waves. "They cut my hair before they chucked me in here. Guess they wanted me to be an example to wealthy kids." She pondered out loud, feeling a lump in her throat.<br/><br/>There was calm for a couple more minutes, until the ground began to shake again and chunks of the floor began to fall through. Cora's eyes widened as she looked around the square they were in. If they weren't quick, their pathways to escape would no longer exist. She jumped up, throwing her bag over her shoulder and grabbing onto Daz's bag. She slipped it over her other shoulder, ensuring it was secured. Both hands extended to the stranger, a look of panic plastered over the womans face.<br/><br/>"Quick, take my hands." She instructed, struggling to keep her balance.