<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">Pandora</span></span><br/><br/>Pandora followed Roland obediently, didn't speak again. She had nothing else really to say. She was grateful that Roland didn't pry about the details of the situation; she didn't want to recall it. The memory she was fighting back already was enough to bring her to tears but she forced herself not to cry. She kept her composure and for the most part held eye contact with Roland.<br/><br/>When Roland returned Pandora realised something: to bandage her up, Roland would have to have her undress. That was a rather awkward thought. She'd just met him and she already had to get half naked in front of him. When he voiced her thought she was glad. At least she didn't have to be the one to mention it.<br/><br/>â€œUm... Alright...â€ Pandora said shyly. Her cheeks turned a light pink. Even if it was a very light blush, Pandora was more pale than usual from the blood loss. She turned her head away from Roland, hoped he didn't notice her embarrassment.<br/><br/>Pandora turned away from him, timidness causing her to shake a bit. Sure, she'd lived around men her whole life. Yeah, she was used to them. She'd never had to undress for any of them, though, and even if she had the guys were mostly her brothers. The new situation was much different and awkward. Pandora slowly undid her jacket and slipped it off her shoulders. A thin shirt was left on her torso which she removed carefully. Once she reached the part of her shirt that rested on top of a wound, she peeled it from the dried blood. It hurt but Pandora gritted her teeth and bore it. Once her shirt was completely off, she wrapped her arms around her upper torso to hide herself as much as she could.<br/><br/>She knew she'd have to remove everything but she was hesitant. As inconspicuously as possible she began to slip her tightly-fitting pants off. Under them she wore black-and-purple feminine boxers that hugged her lower curves. Part of the underwear were soaked with blood from the bullet which grazed her hip. The sticky, red liquid dripped down the lower portion of her leg from the wound just below the side of her knee. Warm blood still flowed from the wounds and trickled down her arm, shoulder, side, upper thigh, and calf. Though none of the wounds were quite as serious as her shoulder, they were all pretty deep. Pandora could only be glad that no major arteries were hit.<br/><br/>Before she turned around, Pandora checked the status of the wounds. Most of them were still bleeding besides the blunt-force wound on her right shoulder. She felt lightheaded again. Pandora then used her arms to cover as much of her body as possible and turned to face Roland.<br/><br/>â€œSo... Uh, let's hurry up so I can get dressed again...â€ Pandora requested quietly. She directed her gaze at the ground, face still pink.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">Tsura</span></span><br/><br/>Tsura climbed into the Runner and sat nearly pressed against the side away from Mordecai, Jove held in her arms. She didnâ€™t look at the poacher, just at the scattered boulders and lonely occasional mountains. When he asked where to go, she thought a while. She had to recall the exact route to Fyrestone before she felt comfortable answering.<br/><br/>â€œJust go due westâ€”that's straight aheadâ€”then turn when I say so. Itâ€™s gonna take a while--like a day or so--but there are quite a few stretches where you just go straight,â€ she told him in her newly-acquired calm tone. Without emotion, she began petting her little Skag. The pup quietly yipped in pleasure and Tsura smiled. At least Jove was there to break the awkward silences. Without the pup, there would be no distraction from the long, silent drive with Mordecai.<br/><br/>Tsura glanced at the hunter, examined. Now that she had time to think about it, he looked familiar. It was strange; Tsura was sure she'd never seen Mordecai before in her life. Maybe the feeling was linked to the dÃ©jÃ  vu earlier. Was it possible that she was supposed to meet him? Was he... in greater danger than she originally assumed? Or... was she?<br/><br/>Tsura shuddered at the thought of herself being the one who needed saving. That couldn't be right, though. Who would want to harm a gypsy? She'd never done anything to anyone that hadn't been a necessity at the time. It had to be Mordecai who needed help. A brief thought passed through her head that maybe neither of them needed help. Maybe it was just their encounter that triggered the dÃ©jÃ  vu. No. Why would her future be largely affected by meeting the guy? That was... improbable. Wasn't it?<br/><br/>Tsura shook off the thought and petted Jove again. She passed the thoughts off as irrelevant and a product of paranoia. She said no more about them and shoved the notions to the back of her mind. The trek would be over soon and she'd never see Mordecai again. And that was the way it was supposed to be.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">Lilith</span></span><br/><br/>Lilith shook her head at the strange way the woman spoke. She was a little... eccentric, to say the least. Lilith listened to her speak and tried to translate it to normal.<br/><br/>â€œMy name is Lilith,â€ she said simply with a bit of a scowl on her face. In truth, the Siren's name wasn't Leto's business. Leto? That was a strange name. â€œNow, where are you taking me?â€ Probably to some cult gathering place with Lilith as the sacrifice. With how armed she was, that would be a bad idea. Lilith didn't put it past the weirdo. Why else would she abduct a stranger, feign attempted murder, then lead her off into a canyon? Lilith sighed.<br/><br/>Freak...