Nadia regarded Alan's surprise with a nonchalant shrug. At first glance, she would have assumed he was nervous to meet her in person, but he stared her straight in the eyes with more curiosity than awe. It was a pleasant change from her usual interaction with her fans. Though maybe not handsome enough for the movies, had certainly a roguish charm and she found herself more than a little curious about him.  She watched him settle into a booth for a moment before responding to his statements. "Whatever this is, I'm pretty sure I'm already quite caught up in it. As I would assume you are. Tell me. How many people did<em>you</em>watch die today?"<br/><br/>Alan seemed to regard Carrie as the one with the answers, so she turned her gaze to the girl as she began to speak.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=114247.msg5072088#msg5072088">Quote from: AndyZ on 16-08-2011, 01:25:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>"There's others coming, eventually," Carrie said, standing up from her seat.  She moved over towards one of the windows, pulling a piece of chalk from her pocket to emphasize a circle that had already been drawn many times.  "They're trying to get people together, but they can only do so much, so that they don't get eaten by the shadows themselves."  Her stomach rumbled, but she ignored it, taking a deep breath.  "There's a sign up front, though.  You probably saw it; my dad put it up before he..."  Her thoughts and words trailed off, taking on a twinge of sorrow.  "Black fire, but at least he wasn't ridden.  Nobody deserves to be a horse like that."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Others huh...black fire? ...You're right, I have seen the black fire." Nadia's mind made her re-live the sight of the consuming flames as she gazed at the box sitting near the door. It wasn't difficult to surmise that her father had died the same way as those corpses. She felt a pang of guilt for having brought the box inside.  She was confounded by the next part of Carrie's statement, but decided to disregard it for now. Her heart went out to the girl. "I lost my father when I was twelve.  If you'd like to talk about it... Well I'm not very good at this..." Carrie seemed to not be paying attention to her any longer. Nadia felt just as lost as before she walked in.<br/><br/>She sauntered over to the booth were Alan was still lost in his notes. "Is she alright? Like in the head?"