<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivian Abasi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment Parking lot, returning to the 'convoy'<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth, Madelyn<br/><br/>Her slender fingers tap furiously on the smooth screen of her smartphone, complete with a satisfied nod. She could not go and pick up the girls she had known personally, but she was able to give them directions, something to do, somewhere to go... It was the least she could do, and unfortunately right now the -most- she could do as well.<br/><br/>She remained close to Elizabeth even as the group returns to the small convoy of automobiles. Dark eyes still study each of the strangers in turn, she knew none of them except for Elizabeth who she continued to stick to like glue. A hand reaches out, gripping one of the blond woman's hands once again. She did not know where they were going next, but she was going to stick -close- to the only person she trusted.