<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v50/BriarRose/RP%20Characters/Reel%20Peeples/4f7e8a87-1105-4493-97b9-3c029eb6890c_zps70265bce.jpg)</div>A sense of relief mingled oddly with the apprehension Kamala felt, surrounded as she was by so many unknowns, when the others began to follow suit and take action. Her eyes were for Jack, who had the room, and Kurt, who had the plan. She had neither, nor did she know how to find said room. The silence began to stretch, and she began to feel chastised by it. Sheepishly, she considered returning to her room and pretending her strange evening had just been a dream. But thankfully, Jack stood up, saving her from having to tempt Fate in that way, and she gladly turned to follow, making way for the hag with whom he seemed to be more familiar.<br/><br/>Before leaving, she scanned those who hadn't yet moved, mildly perturbed when the frighteningly pretty strawberry blonde stood up and huffed away. The others seemed not to have an issue with following Jack, though, so she opted to shrug off the odd behavior as an occupational hazard of flinging ichor about. "I wonder if she realizes she left without making a decision too," she muttered to herself, barely stepping out of the woman's pretty way.<br/><br/>The lobby presented another scion following the breadcrumbs of Fate, and Kamala waited with Cuckoo near the elevator rather than interrupt what seemed like a reunion. So long as she didn't look at the hag, she was actually pretty comfortable to be around, and Kamala followed her into the lift without any hesitation. The time for that was long past. "You seem to know where we're going. Promise you won't eat me?" she said with a good-natured laugh, keeping her eyes glued to the faux marble paneling behind Cuckoo.