Brayden mumbled to herself in english at Kyza's words of getting to know someone.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"I would if you w-would t-tell me,"</span>Still she didn't turn back to Kyza. They would walk and get to the back entrance, Brayden sitting down beside the door. Finally her logical mind had completely taken over for her. The fear in her eyes wasn't apparent any longer and she was able to stop shaking. "When d-do you think they'll be b-back?" Brayden asked in Japanese, looking up at Kyza.<br/><br/>Though, on the outside, Brayden looked like she was fine with the situation, being brave in the face of danger, stern around her new mates, she wasn't. If anyone would have bothered to look closely at Brayden's eyes they would see, beneath the thin veil that blocked it al, complete and total, crippling fear. Paranoia was Brayden's worst enemy and it haunted her day and night, unable to be shaken away. This wasn't something that the apocalypse had brought about. It was just how Brayden was; small and scared and easily able to be picked up and carried away like a lamb in a slaughterhouse. She tried her hardest to put on a good act but, with a single look into her clay colored orbs, all the fear and personal torture could be seen like an open book.