Surprised to be heard over the uproar, Valorie welcomed the growing peace. She swatted away the swarm of insects that continued to swarm around her, she had enough of any unwanted attention for one day.<br/><br/>She was taken aback by Vern's sudden concern and became lost in his torrent of words. He left before she could process his offer. Ultimately, she decided the tour would be best, the camp was too large for her, she did not know where to begin with it out of fear of being lost for hours. Plus, she figured this would give her a chance to talk to someone, she hadn't had the opportunity to introduce herself to many people. Valorie had already written off her cabin mates the moment they tried to squash her grasshopper. So far there hadn't been many people who shared her interests. Before arriving, she had hoped her half siblings would be just as obsessed with death and renewal but it became quite clear that Hel was not a socially active goddess.<br/><br/>As promised, Vern returned, this time dressed - to her relief - and held his hand out to her. Considering her immediate impression of him, she still felt a little reluctant to take his hand but saw no better alternative. She placed her palm flat in his.<br/>"Thank you," she mumbled with a faint smile. In the corner of her eye she saw Josh come out from his cabin. When their eyes met, as he seemed on the lookout, she flashed the same nervous smile, as a 'thank you' for the advice, to him before turning to face Vern again. "I like your top," she commented as he guided her away.