The flurry of bodies, however few they were, felt far more stifling than it normally did. Everyone was crushed together in a flurry of excitement, their normal groups talking wildly of future possibilities and what could happen from here on out.<br/><br/>Those who were young didn't know what it felt like, to have the entire day ripped away from you for so long. Sure, they knew the loss of the sun, as they, too, had to go through the turn. But, when all you had was your freedom above ground, and then you were forced to hide out like rats, scuttling from one hideout to another in hopes that the dogs didn't put you under...They didn't know how that felt. They didn't know how it felt to live that way for so long, and watch those you once knew getting torn apart.<br/><br/>They just didn't know.<br/><br/>Those that were older were talking, but in more serious tones, figuring out what they could do to help along the cause, what their strengths were in the field of skill necessary. It was these she was making a beeline toward, wanting to join in and come up with some sort of a loose plan to bring to the elders that'd made themselves heads when life went to hell. She'd easily fallen into that crowd, on the older end of the spectrum to have appreciated what they lost and to fully realize the need to reverse their roles back to the natural order.<br/><br/>Though her sire hadn't stuck around, saving his own skin, she was more than happy to take up his place in the fold.<br/><br/>...And then a presence was felt. Her brow furrowed as she started using her peripheral to figure out who it was, continuing on with her current path. This presence felt new, far too intently focused on her for whatever reason, which had her annoyed. Only a glimpse was caught before her steps stopped sort, anticipating his own movement, otherwise she'd have bowled him over.<br/><br/>Her annoyance was only heightened. He was completely new, a face she didn't recognize which meant he'd been let in. Where'd he come from? What was his angle? How did he find them? If he'd found them, the dogs could find them...unless he's working with the dogs.<br/><br/>Eyes narrowing tenfold, she didn't say anything at first. No, she allowed him to get off all that he had to say while she just stood there, brow perked. "Are you finished?" Bellen asked, her tone low, accent obvious though comprehensible. Without waiting for his answer, she stepped lithely around him, pointing a finger toward the man she'd just left as she continued on her way. "Talk to him. He has answers."