Lia's cigarette was done in a couple minutes, which she put out on some of the snow that was nearby from her traipsing it into the shed. She sighed softly and crouched on the ground before sitting down and leaning against one of the walls, glancing up at the man before closing her eyes.<br/><br/>She folded her arms so her pistol and her flashlight were crossed over her legs, which were bent up towards her chest.<br/>Soon, though, exhaustion overtook her, and she was sleeping, head tilted back against the wall, breathing slow and normal as she rested, her fatigue more obvious now that she wasn't conscious.<br/><br/>Her black hair hung in front of her face again as she slept, moving slightly with her breath as it escaped her slightly parted, dark pink lips.