After the commotion calmed down and Ahra could wobble to her feet, she found herself ushered in the center of many people, more than she first counted from beyond the campfire. Most of them laid down, presumably to sleep, but she could feel their unease with her presence. A few times she accidentally locked eyes with the man she came to know as Rock as he went about his business and immediately looked away. In the Underbelly, Ahra spent a lot of time navigating around people that in their desperation, displayed the colors of their heart either in their actions or in their eyes. She could see that no one in this tight group really wished for her life, but the big man, he had already tried for it once and something about the way he moved convinced her that he would not mind trying again.<br/><br/>When she finally did lay down, hungry but afraid to look for the stash or ask her keepers for food, she became more aware of the life energy of the people around her. The light had no physical warmth, but did suggest a kind of alien intimacy that one might feel if they lay next to a person and through their various bodily signs, came to understand the degree and type of fatigue that person was feeling. There was more information to be had, but try as she might, Ahra only knew that the group was exhausted.<br/><br/>Ahra slept fitfully or maybe never went to sleep until the early hours of the morning, but she woke suddenly when one of the guardsmen almost connected with her. She jerked away from his touch and he moved on after eyeing her strangely. It took a second to recognize straight out of a deep sleep, but something was happening in the distance, some kind of machine. She wanted to ask the few men that had kept watch over her what was going on, but whenever she approached one, they would get up and walk away. If she followed, the others would shadow her like they were playing some kind of tag. Whatever the game, it was impossible to talk with any of them lest she cause another scene. She decided that she would find the man named Victor and the others could keep their happy distance.<br/><br/>Weaving through people packing, Ahra searched for Victor, but instead found the man she grazed with her shooting last night. He was a strange one. She thought he might be angry with her for shooting him, but he seemed so nonchalant about the incident she could only conclude that he didn't care or had put it behind him. Whatever he was doing, she approached him from the back and gently cleared her throat.