<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Enjoying a few last moments <br/>before the raiders return.<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Twith, Mika<br/><hr/></div><br/>Sara observed Noah with a raised brow, lips pursed in surprise. The ginger kid had it in him to be stern when the moment called for it. It was as impressive as it was heartbreaking in equal measure - to see how a life of survival was molding the young man in to a character of pragmatic action... or inaction as the case may be. Passively taking it up every orifice one moment, single handedly diffusing a rebellion the next. She would have rather Mika have been treated more delicately, but she was in no position to criticize, especially after having non-verbally shrugged off the task of dealing with her to Noah.<br/><br/>"<strong>Oh-ho. Guess I should consider myself lucky</strong>." Sara mused as she settled back into her place. Her strained smile quickly faded as the sounds of Mika's sobbing filled the silence. Fighting off a wave of guilt, Sara turned her attentions to her book pile. This was generally where she stored scrap food left over from preparing Coyote meals, as it was the least likely place on the bus most raiders would disturb. She uncovered a small block wrapped in a white cloth and passed it toward Noah. "<strong>Cornbread. It's sweet. And you need it by the look of you.</strong>" She chided, gaze dropping to his ill-fitting clothes.