<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br/><strong>Shopping center parking lot</strong><br/><strong>With everyone inside the centre</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Hey. Oliva, did fine, it's gonna be alright. She's in good hands."</strong>Mayson lightly rubbed the girls shoulder to hopefully up her morale a little before moving her hand to Oliva's back and gently nudging her towards a chair. She could see Tristyn returning with Michelle in his arms, and even from afar the girl didn't look great, so she tried to keep Oliva's attention occupied so that she wouldn't turn around and look. The girl was already distraught about the whole situation, understandably, and she seemed to be blaming herself, so Mayson was just trying to help out in whatever small way that she could while letting those who knew what they were doing attend to their unconscious friend.<br/><br/>She took a couple of sips from the water that Sana had given her while listening to her briefly explain what had happened, saving the rest of the water for later in case they didn't have more on hand. It made her feel quite a bit better than there was apparently a precedent for this phenomenon, for some reason that made Mayson feel like it wasn't as insane and that life would go back to normal within a few days. One part she didn't get, however.<br/><br/><strong>"Rioting...why would there be rioting?"</strong>she asked her girlfriend, not quite understanding what there would be to riot about, but then again she always tended to be overly optimistic when it came to human nature, for better or for worse.<strong>"We should be good walking home, though, right honey...?"</strong>