Esther would have been making a quick sweep of the vicinity with her flashlight when Olivia arrived.  Esther didn't really expect someone to jump out and grab her: whatever game Billy was playing, he didn't seem the type to be involved in a sting, or a cheap mugging for that matter.  However, Esther had started to doubt what she'd seen as she'd walked here, wondering if maybe she'd been too hasty to come out to this abandoned place.  It wouldn't be the first time she'd been taken for a ride, although if this was a con, it was by far the best she'd ever seen.  She wondered if Billy had some other ideas.  This wasn't entirely unlike following a snake down its hole, really.<br/><br/>That was really her fear out here: that the 'others' would be people that had already traded with Billy, and she'd be like a lamb among lions.  Because of that, she was instantly relieved when she heard a slightly uncertain "Hello" coming from nearby.  A girl's voice.. she couldn't place it, but it sure didn't sound like a threat.  She sounded just as lost as Esther was feeling.  Esther moved softly towards her, shining her light at the ground for mutual viability, only to see...<br/><br/>"..Oh.  Wow."  Olivia Turow.  She'd recognize that hair anywhere.  Of all the people she'd expected to see out here, Olivia was the first person she should have thought of and the very last she expected to see.  Her Majesty, Olivia.  Rich, beautiful, popular.. gifted, really.  And Esther's total opposite.  While Esther usually maintained a thick air of disdain for almost everyone, even she had to admit that Olivia made her jealous.  Not that she wanted to be Olivia, but it would have been nice to grow up with some of the perks.  Like those boots.  Or those boobs.  Or even that cell phone she just put away.  The girl had it all.  And now she was here..<br/><br/>Esther turned off her flashlight as the girl came up to her and crossed her arms.  They stood in silence for a few moments.  Esther wasn't a fan of tension, but she wasn't really that much happier than Olivia seemed to be: alone, in the dark, at 11:35 at night, in an abandoned train yard, with nobody else but her nearby.  Esther puzzled with what, if anything, to say, but after a few moments, she didn't need an excuse for conversation.  She heard an engine getting closer, grinding to a halt somewhere nearby.  She turned back on her flashlight, cautious.<br/><br/>When he approached, she made a face, as though she had just tasted something surprisingly bitter.  Seriously, the foot-ball Golden Boy?  She didn't know anything about him, other than that apparently he was excellent at what he did.  Getting a look at him now, the legends must not be as true as they seemed.  He looked like he'd been through hell.  What was his name.. the math teacher said it often enough..<br/><br/>She was grateful that he at least seemed able to break the ice, although the looks exchanged between him and Olivia weren't lost on her.  Funny ego boost, that.  He was trying to keep his eyes on her to avoid looking at the Scarlet Haired One.  It was shallow, and the fact he was hiding his palms and she was hiding her gaze made it obvious that they were tense.  But it made her smile.<br/><br/>"Yeah.  Billy." she said simply, agreeing with Olivia.  Esther shined a light on Mike, actually feeling bad for the guy.  Judging from the blood, and the look of both rage and discomfort..  "Looks like we all had a bad day."  She looked at Olivia, her expression suddenly less stand-offish and more concerned.  "You, too?"  Esther was curious how many people were supposed to show up, but she had a funny feeling she'd know.  And a less funny feeling that no one else really did.