<strong>India</strong><br/><br/>India took a step back as Aline was suddenly engulfed in a hug from Ingrid.  She watched as her and Morgan embraced her, relieved to see her alive.  Looking around India sighed, the gallery was a smouldering ruin now.  What would happen to them?  She was thankful everyone was hurt, but the real damage was yet to emerge.  She sighed, running her fingers through her short hair and glancing over at the rest, seeing who was here, who was looking as if they were going into shock.<br/><br/>The waffle house was a good idea, get some warm drinks into folks.  Most of them were wearing some kind of clothing, India's pyjama's were quite decent, she was glad she hadn't been sleeping naked.<br/><br/>Making her way to Andrew she lent against the wall, closing her eyes for a moment, "looks like everyone is out, we're going to the waffle house for breakfast." She told him.  She knew the inevitable chat would come.  Delta might need to make an anonymous donation.  She couldn't have her favourite gallery and photographers without a place to call home now could she?<br/>