<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/LexiOCallahan.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Alexandra O’Callahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10420133#msg10420133), Waitress<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Gabriel, Closed<br/><strong>Where:</strong>On the way to the Welcome Center<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday August 2nd | Morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Short white shorts and a Bekamor Staff shirt with her name tag on it, clean white running shoes, hair in a ponytail<br/><hr/>Alex listened as he said he explored the island in his down time. Somehow, she wasn’t surprised… he certainly did seem the type to dedicate time to such things, even when it wasn’t called for. Chewing her lower lip, she went about writing down her personal information until he stopped and looked up at her, asking if she found him intimidating. Her own eyes lifted to take in his face and the concern she saw on it made her want to kick herself.<br/><br/>“Oh, I mean… no, not like that. I just mean… you know… the way you handled him and all that… I don’t mean you seem unkind or anything,” she stammered, wanting to reassure him that it wasn’t as bad as she might have accidentally made things sound. “I shouldn’t say things,” she said with a soft laugh, looking sheepish as she refocused on what she was doing, her pen scratching across the paper diligently.<br/><br/>When she got to the section where she needed to describe the incident, she sat back for a moment, staring hard at the paper before settling in to begin writing, going quiet and honestly grateful for the distraction from the fact that she’d been stumbling over her own words so badly. It was hard, writing out what felt like a play-by-play of what had happened without including everything that made her feel so terrified and shaken by the experience without actually writing down her emotions. They didn’t need to know how terrifying it had been… she trusted her account of the actual events to tell them how scary it might have been for her, and she had to trust that they’d understand. Her hand shook just slightly as she wrote, forcing her to stop now and then to flex and relax her fingers and palm in the hopes of calming her frayed nerves. Perhaps taking the rest of the day off had been a good idea after all, if she couldn’t even write without shaking.<br/><br/>When at last the form was filled out, she pushed it toward him and let out a little sigh, trying not to look too phased. “So what now?” she asked quietly, unsure what to do next or if there was anything needed from her at all or if she was free to go about her own way.