"That's good that everyone's gotta play nice nice here."  Zola comes out of her mind for a second and looks at Rafe.  "Wait, Nossies are actually<em>scared</em>of something?  And they're sayin it's a vamp?"  Zola leans back, rubbing her chin.  A few purple dreads fall into her face.  For a moment, she no longer looks as young and naive as she had a moment ago.  A deep hint of age flashes over her visage.  "That can't be good, Rafe, that just can't be good."<br/>