Thea winced a bit herself when Dan mentioned pain, remembering the whole disaster that was yesterday. Her headache had pretty much faded away, though she figured she could at least understand what he meant. It was empathy, but it was probably the greatest amount of empathy she could achieve.<br/><br/>Then Dan fell on the floor and she couldn’t help but worry a bit. She bit her lip in concern as he decided to just sit down for a minute. If someone were to be seriously injured, she’d rather it be Lucas, and double so seeing how Dan could probably be one of the most useful. Besides, Dan was quiet, and Thea preferred quiet people to loud or obnoxious people. But she suspected he’d be quieter if he were dead, so…<br/><br/>Lucas came back and slapped some papers in front of Gerhard and said something about a briefing in two hours. Great. She was sick of this staying still and bonding crap. She was ready to<span style="font-style: italic">go</span>.<br/><br/>As soon as Lucas finished speaking, she stood up with a sigh. “Well, I’d love to stay, but conversation isn’t exactly my forte,” She spoke, pushing in her chair and walking off and out of the tent, taking the same spot that she and Crayton had held yesterday and began to throw her knife into the cracks on the ground again.