Thea didn't even realize how long she'd been outside. She'd been too claustrophobic to reenter the tent, and had spent the past three hours contemplating some of life's biggest questions, as she tended to do when she needed to calm herself down. Things like<span style="font-style: italic">What is the meaning of life?</span>,<span style="font-style: italic">Is any of this even real?</span>, and<span style="font-style: italic">Should I try meditation?</span><br/><br/>The last one was an obvious no. Thea had no idea how she'd been able to sit still as long as she had, so meditation was pretty much not an option. Hell, she wasn't even sitting still right now. She'd put the glasses on top of her head as the light had dimmed, and found that she could see perfectly well in the dark. Since then, she'd been using the cracks in the ground as target practice, her hand almost naturally tossing the knife lightly into each one of them. She didn't really even have to focus that hard.<br/><br/>She'd drifted into the familiar motion, watching the knife through a bit of a bored yet contemplative daze. It wasn't even interrupted by someone's loud crunching footsteps, which Thea had noted with a bit of disinterest. At least she didn't feel quiet so shitty anymore. Her hearing seemed to have adjusted, and she could now just carry on and let it play in the background, picking up on a particular sound when she wanted to and only really noticing anything out of the ordinary.<br/><br/>She was so distracted, she didn't even noticed to running steps coming up right being her, until she was tripped over, knocked down, and half-crushed. See, basically all being small means is that if you sit still, and stay quiet, eventually someone will fall over you. It'd happened to her before, of course. But never like this. It felt like a ball of iron was crushing her legs. She cursed loudly, kicking away and out from under the body in surprise.<br/><br/>Thea looked at what she could see of the body, and found that she recognized the apparel and shape to be that of Gerhard. The gave a small annoyed growl at his question, watching him grope and try to sit up. What an idiot. God, what the hell was he doing--<br/><br/>She gave a quick gasp as he grabbed roughly onto her breast, not even hesitating to plant a kick right under his chin, and then another at his shoulder, mainly just trying to give herself some distance and time to stand up. And, yeah, maybe she wanted to hurt him. Otherwise, she wouldn't have kicked directly at his throat.<br/><br/>As soon as Thea got herself up, she realized with a bit of panic that she didn't have her knife. It must have slipped out of her hand when she'd fallen. Shit. A bit worried, she scoured the ground, before finally seeing it a bit to her left. She picked it up. holding it half-protectively and half-cautiously at her side.<br/><br/>God, what was it with all these boys and<span style="font-style: italic">touching her?</span>.