<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Getting ready to leave the bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Making herself useful<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Dom, Maria<br/><hr/></div><br/>She'd almost forgotten about the state of her jacket, distracted by the peculiar seating onto which she and Noah had been deposited. Her time on the bus had been brief, but even she knew the luxury of the couch was strictly out of bounds as far as slaves were concerned.  Dom's order drew her sights downward to the remnants of Mika slowly seeping through her coat. Snarling, she shrugged off the soiled over-sized garment and balled it up soiled side in.<br/><br/>Tucker edged forward in his seat, veraciously eyeing Sara's seldom-exposed curves. The greedy-eyed enforcer hoped that if he looked hard enough through the worn once-white tank top, he might just get a free preview of what he planned on fucking senseless before one of the higher ups put a more official claim on dearly departed Devon's girl. Sara was oblivious to the looming danger, consumed instead with worry for Noah. It was eminently clear the boy was unraveling, and yet she felt helpless to stop it.  The ride rolled on with silence between them that was only ruptured by mad ramblings once they had slowed to a stop.<br/><br/>What could she say? There was no consolation she could formulate that didn't prickled her thoughts like a bared insult. The situation was as gruesome as it was tragic and painting it in any other light did a disservice to Mika's memory and Noah's intelligence. All she could think to do was to offer him the same solace in which she lost herself when sorrow threatened to paralyze her: work.<br/><br/>"<strong>I'm going to go set up some solar stills, Noah. You should join me.</strong>" Sara whispered, attempting to achieve a sympathetic tone without patronizing the kid.<br/><br/>It was the same task Sara undertook whenever the convoy set up camp. Water being on the very top of her list of essentials. She found comfort in the small measure of normalcy to be found in routine, and she hoped to share that with her ginger hero. She had grabbed her pack and a shovel from the bus' supplies by the time one of the newly acquired slaves had wandered on to Dom's bus. She blinked at the girl's greeting, pursed her lips as if to say something, but settled on silence. She gave Noah a 'or just stay here' shrug, slung her shovel over her shoulder, and headed for the cracked mud mosaic of the once great lake.