<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br/><strong>In front of Dani &amp; Tristyn's house</strong><br/><strong>With everyone</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Mayson didn't say much on the way to Dani and Tristyn's. She was still hurting from a bunch of different places and feeling light-headed, most likely from the blood loss, so it took all of her concentration just to keep walking, and even that was only possible thanks to Sana's help. She did help herself to a handful of the peach candy rings that Danielle had taken from the ice cream truck, though, which happened to be her favorites. The sugar did seem to perk her up a bit, which was good.<br/><br/>Finally reaching their destination without running into any more trouble was a pretty huge relief, and Mayson was already daydreaming about letting herself fall freely on to a fluffy couch or bed to get some rest, but then the talk of guns reminded her of the grim reality of their circumstances. She'd never been a fervent hater of guns or anything, but she'd never been near one either, nor did she really have a desire to be. However, after what she and the others had just been through, it was hard to argue with the benefits of having weapons to defend themselves with, and they did have Tristyn who obviously knew how to handle them better than most.<br/><br/>As soon as Mayson had accepted that idea, however, she was immediately blindsided with Sana's suggestion that she run out to get a first aid kit and other supplies...<em>alone!</em>. She couldn't even say anything, but it wasn't as if she needed to. Sana would be able to read on her face just how bad she thought that idea was and how much she was against it. Michelle volunteering to accompany Sana only left Mayson feeling slightly less against it, since she wasn't feeling particularly trusting of Michelle right at that moment, the whole handbag debacle still fresh in her mind.<br/><br/>"Baby, don't..." Mayson started, planning to convince her girlfriend that she was fine and that she didn't need a first aid kit even though that probably wasn't true, but then she remembered Tristyn. He definitely<em>did</em>seem to need it, and at that point Mayson could no longer bring herself to try talking Sana out of what she wanted to do, for Tristyn's sake. The blonde sighed in resignation. "...No, I know you have to. Please,<em>please</em>just be careful, okay? Promise me," she demanded, cupping her girlfriend's face in her hands. "And you too," Mayson added, glancing briefly at Michelle. Just because she was still upset with the girl certainly didn't mean that she wanted Michelle to get hurt.