Valla felt a flush of embarrassment as Tommy glanced back at her, the clothing comment not lost on her. Despite their desperate situation on the island, Valla still could not suppress a girlish sense of failure in the wardrobe department. Not that she ever had the coin to be vain about such things, but you worked with what you had, and she'd never had so little.<br/><br/>Switching subjects in her head didn't help, as the next thought was monsters. She had hoped Tommy's encounter had been a unique occurrence, that the creature had been marooned on the island like they had. No such luck, it was part of a tribe.<br/><br/>The<em>Blighted</em>, that sounded cheery.<br/><br/>"Damnit!" Valla gasped at a ripping sound. A thorn had snagged part of her dress, tearing yet another hole, this one at her right hip.