Nadia continued what she was doing, almost, but not quite oblivious to the effect she was having on Alan. She dug out a pair of leggings and quickly turned them on.<em>well at least I know he's not a corpse</em>was the thought on her mind as she slipped on a tank top and a light leather jacket. She pulled on a pair of suede boots and pushed a headband into her hair.<br/><br/>(http://www.etoiles.ro/images/stories/lia_sinchevici/3.jpg)<br/><br/>She had suspected he'd be just as clueless about what to do as she had been. "Morbid or not, the crowd was trying to keep pieces as souvenirs. At least I prevented that... well mostly anyway. I thought maybe I'd take the bones out somewhere and bury them or dump them in a river or something."The idea was literally formulating as she spoke. I mean, It might be better if they were never found than if their families found them like this. They won't get closure either way... I guess I think that if they never find the bodies, their families can rest easier thinking they could be alive somewhere?" She had intended it as a statement but her words rose at the end of the sentence in a questioning fashion.