<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/0dcc15c4a9e5626f9beea133eed6fea7/21fe0dff4e08e6f4-e6/s400x600/c843c8d1b101ba2a6b26c381437e380b85008a9e.pnj)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Delilah Weaver<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Messy and winkled black leggings, white t-shirt, with a blue plaid flannel overtop. Combat boots.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Institute infirmary<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>July 6, close to lunch<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>The grand tour and a meal<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ksenia, mentions Alex | Open<br/><hr/>Delilah was thankful for Ksenia’s outstretched arm in case she needed it. While she wasn’t completely steady and felt like crap, she held herself upright without issue and didn’t need that support. But knowing it was there was a comfort.<br/><br/>At the promise of Ksenia answering all her questions, Delilah chuckled lightly.<strong>“You’re going to regret promising that,”</strong>she joked, following the woman towards the infirmary door. On her way passed the man that had just been brought in, Alex, she glanced to see how he was doing. More so being nosy than anything else. What these people were doing to him as medical care wasn’t normal human stuff, and she would ask Ksenia about it later.<br/><br/>As they stepped into the hallway, Delilah was a little taken aback from the dark yet modern vibe. Her eyes darted around the empty space, glancing at all the stranger light fixtures and very clean aesthetic of the Institute. She didn’t have much to say at the moment and was just taking it all in. A couple people, Shadowhunters she guessed, dressed in black combat type outfits had walked by. Immediately, Delilah inched a little closer to Ksenia, as though she was trying to hide from prying eyes. Thankfully the people were clearly preoccupied with whatever it is they were doing and didn’t pay any mind to her.<br/><br/><strong>“You guys really like the dark and broody vibe, huh?”</strong>she commented, half teasing, half being serious. It was kind of funny seeing how everyone she had seen so far dressed so similar.<br/><br/>It was almost surprising to hear they ate regular food like waffles. For some reason Delilah had been worried they’d eat military packaged food or something completely unnatural altogether. Maybe these people weren’t so different after all. In Ksenia’s case, she seemed nice enough. And considering she cared enough to drag an unconscious Delilah here, she probably wasn’t someone to worry about.<br/><br/><strong>“Hey, how long was I out for anyway?”</strong>she asked curiously, having not gotten around to that question yet, as they entered the mess. There were plenty of other people around, though, so Delilah stepped even closer to Ksenia like she had before when the two Shadowhunters had passed them in the halls.