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Her consciousness was... fuzzy grey, at best, edged with a very potent sense of sleepfulness. She was dreaming, and that was the only thing she could convince herself of- for the half-dewy glow on her skin, and that feeling of warmth around her must be part of the sleeping world. Em hadn't felt that warm in a while.

And when someone kissed her face, she moved- not wanting to entertain a dream of Ambrose after everything that had happened. It would undoubtedly be sweet to continue, she half-thought... but there was no worth in it, and she would only wake up unsatisfied and alone.

So she pushed against the dream... only to find that it was a body, and that with the force of the shove she'd scooted her back into the leafy end of a... bush?

She sat up straight, dropping all levels of unawareness from her as she realized where she was- surrounded by trees... and a half clad girl, laying in the foliage.

"Holy hell," she whispered. "What on earth is going on?"

Em was taken aback at the sudden outburst, and frowned... but eased up when she remembered that she, too, had burst out in an obscenity. Also, it eased her (ever so slightly, but any ease in a situation such at this was welcomed) that obviously, whoever this was had no idea what was going on. That exasperation was too exposed, too raw to be faked. Emelyn doubted this was one of Moreau's spies.

Em reached up to her head to check and make sure her goggles were still in place- more a comfort than anything else. Once her fingers graced the leather edges, however, she sighed, and answered the stranger.

"Emelyn. ...And just so you know, I have no idea what is going on, just like you. ...Who are you?"

Emelyn had been brushing the dirt from her jeans, and pushing the proto-quills from out of her face when the name assailed her ear.

Angelina. ...Her mind said it once more, and then, as if it were a catalyst, all other thoughts went dead. Emelyn tried to draw forth on a thought- an emotion... anger, happiness, anything at all. But all she could to was sit and stare at Angelina. The pause seemed to last forever, when in reality, it could have been no time at all. Finally Em sighed- just a small little exhalation of breath.

"Angelina." She said the name, realizing how pretty it was on her lips as it escaped, and wanting to bite it in half before it did- almost as if having it out in the world would validate everything that had gone on with her and Ambrose. "I've heard a lot about you." She said finally...slowly... and not sarcastically at all. Just a little... quiet.

Emelyn didn't know why Angelina had suddenly grabbed for her sleeves, but she backed out of the bush she'd rolled herself into and made to stand.

"...Well.. besides this being... painfully awkward," Em said, not willing to ignore the 'elephant in the room', "I think probably Moreau did this to us. ...For whatever sick reason," she growled.

Em had to consciously keep herself from narrowing her eyes at Angelina. ...Brown hair, blue eyes, roughly the same body type... Em suddenly found herself wishing Ambrose were available to scream at. Not that she could ever be considered the twin of the girl she was staring at- but it was obvious there were similarities.

"I think so," she said. "We'll have to wander around for a bit until I come to something I recognize, but any edge of the jungle will tell me where I am. We just have to keep going in one direction." She looked down at Angelina's feet- clad only in socks.

"If you'd like, you can take my boots on the way back," she said quietly, understanding that Angelina wasn't up for discussing 'the situation'. "Your feet might get awfully beat up- especially in the jungle. ...Mine have already transformed," she said, almost bitterly, wondering if Angelina would feel better than her because of it, "and they're not likely to get hurt."

I am a poor man's Angelina... Her mind whispered. And she screamed at it silently to be quiet.

"Fine," Emelyn said, wondering why she'd bothered to offer. Angelina probably didn't want to see the claw-like hedgehog toenails, or the rough brown pads on the bottom of her feet. Or maybe she just wanted to seem tough- Emelyn had no idea, but she kept her expression neutral.

"That's fine." She echoed. "And yes, I know it... passably well." Was she trying to patronize her, saying she'd been here for longer than her? Emelyn thought, turning and walking in one set direction, away from the sun, knowing that if they kept in one direction they'd eventually come out of the jungle and she'd know where she was. She chose that particular direction because these days, the sun bothered her eyes, and if at all possible, she stayed away from it. She looked only once over her shoulder as she picked her way through the underbrush, refusing to wince her blue eyes in the moment of brightness.

"You can follow me out," she said, and then set off walking.

The cool air didn't help Amaya very much, but it didn't really hurt her either. She was a little colder and slower then usual but not so much that it was noticable. Seeing the look in Ambrose's eyes she grinned, not really able to hear the two from so far off.

"Great!" She sped after him, having let go of his hand for the time being since it would be easier for them to make their way through the dense jungle brush. Though as the wolfman nearly tripped and fell on his face she picked up her pace. A large hand pressing against his arm as she looked up at him worriedly. "Hey, slow down or your gonna hurt yourself."