Camelia yelped quietly at the loud bang and she was about to pull the door to Angelo's caravan open to see if he was still alive, when he already did it for her. Her eyes were filled with worry, trying to establish whether or not anything potentially lethal had happened to him.<br/><br/><span style="color: maroon">"I'm sorry! I didn't mean for y'all ta be scared outta yer shorts!"</span>, she spoke, reaching out to him in a concerned gesture.<span style="color: maroon">"Are y'allright?"</span>She was about to go on when he spoke. It seemed like Angelo immediately knew something was going on. Had her expression been that obvious? She had always thought she was good at hiding her feelings in public, but it seemed that in this situation... she was like an open book.<br/><br/><span style="color: maroon">"There are some things... things that been botherin' me. But I don't think this here's the right place for talkin',"</span>she said, looking around for something perhaps more suitable.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>