Nadia dragged the now open box of bones over to the table where Alan sat. She had even less desire to touch the bones now, and was all the more glad that she'd gotten most of them out of the hands of her fans. It didn't stop her from wondering if those that still had bones would be okay. She couldn't bear to dwell on it too much longer, and with a quick motion, she swept the skull off the table and into the box. She didn't want to look at it anymore.<br/><br/>She'd noticed the cat a while ago, and Nadia made a point of ignoring it. She knew that most cats didn't take kindly to eye-contact with strangers, so she made an effort to avoid it. At the very least, she knew she had nothing to fear from the feline, for she thought it unlikely it could have made it past the chalk outline if it meant them mischief. As she considered Carrie's glance, she jumped when she heard a faint knock.<br/><br/>She clenched her fist and walked to the edge of the chalk barrier, ready for anything. She cast a glance at the other two occupants as if to request advice, but shrugged as she could glean no indication from either of them. she was pretty certain that this would be one of the others Carrie kept alluding to, so she stood at the edge of the barrier and called out. "It's open. Come on in."<br/><br/>She still wanted to be ready for anything.