<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Lizelle</span></div><br/><br/>"Oh, well, you're welcome, Nikolai," Lizelle blinked at the polite Russian, surprised anyone would be so courteous in the middle of a weird non-dream just seconds after escaping strangulation by plant - not that she was complaining. It was in fact delightfully refreshing. She flashed him a smile, then remembered that they were in a rather precarious position. "Right, um ... I'm Lizelle ... and I think we better run now!"<br/><br/>All around them people were yelling and running, reminding her quite a lot of headless chickens. Clearly nobody really knew what to do, yet standing still was definitely the worst possible course of action - at least when they were moving the blasted trees wouldn't have quite such easy targets. With a firm grip on her almost stunned looking new friend, she broke into a run, moving with the flow of the rest of the people. As a good runner, she didn't have much trouble over the uneven ground and was able to lend Nikolai any support he may have needed. They didn't have to go far, though, for the nearby mountain to come into view through the twisting, twining forest. Her mouth fell open and she cocked her head to the side in confusion, until she realized what she was seeing.<br/><br/>"Is that a volcano?" she squeaked, her voice unnaturally high.