"...Seren...? I...really think this place has gotten to you..." She rubbed her arm, running her tongue over her dry lips in effort to moisten them. It did little good. "...I....want out of here, I really...think...maybe I'm gonna be sick, too." Instinctively, she took a few steps from her friend and toward Marco, a mind that seemed a good deal more stable at the moment. "...I...I really don't like how any of this is turning out, I want to get away from here, really badly, like, right now..." She spoke slowly, deliberately, and fear suddenly tainted her voice like the rot on a banana- quick to appear, quick to spread. Something was wrong, suddenly so very wrong. Could neither of them feel it? Perhaps Seren did before she, but why was Marco so<em>fucking calm!?</em><br/><br/>Something freezing cold, something not liquid, solid, nor gas began to twine around the leg of the younger man. It snaked around, crawled up, totally unnoticed by the other standing- it was clinging to his leg under the pants-leg, working its way up quite quickly along his body before giving almost a...loving, gentle stroke on the inner thigh. It as almost like icewater save for the dictinct chill it left behind everywhere it touched, burning straight down into muscle and even bone. There was even a sort of sound that flitted through the stale, hanging air...almost reminiscent of a woman laughing...A warped laugh. Or perhaps they had lost it? Hadn't taken very long at all.