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Ritsa gave a yelp as the tip of her hat was flicked. Her heart flopped a few times before figuring out it was in a race. Clutching her chest as she spun around to face whatever had startled her Ritsa gave a long sigh before she leveled the other girl with a glower. "You scared me! I thought it was one of them." She pointed towards the guards at the door. "Getting ready to tell me that I better get back to playing the games... or that my time was up." Ritsa paled at the thought of her own death coming to greet her.

A sudden wash of concern raced over her face as she noticed Lissa's pricetag. "You haven't had much luck getting coins to buy your freedom either? Uhg I just want out of here. I want to just go back to the mall."

"Oh sorry!" Ritsa apologized as quickly as she could, bowing her head a little to show she meant it and raising her hands up. Looking up to see who she was talking to Ritsa relaxed a little. "Hi Lissa, As pathetic and horrible it is to say it. I'm glad to see a familiar face in all this. So many people look right out of their minds with grief and horror. I want to help them I really do, but what could I possibly do anyway?"

Some color seemed to be working it's way back into Ritsa's face. Her expression remained dark. "Not according to some of the people on the Radio. They think we are all going to be killed in seven days. Like this is some kind of social experiment that went horribly wrong. I don't understand how you can be so cheery in all of this." Reaching up Ritsa touched her hair, a nervous habit

Giving Lissa a trembling smile she patted her arm gently. "I understand... we just have to be able to make it through the night. Another horrible night... I don't know how I'll bear it if we loose any of the mall Rats. You guys are like family in this crazy nightmare."

"The guys on the radio are assholes," Lissa said with a dismissive wave of her hand, "And I would know, because I'm the chief a*****e. They're just a bunch of scared crybabies who would rather whine about their problems to a box than to try and solve anything. I wouldn't listen to them. We're definitely getting out of here."

"Listen," Lissa continued, ruffling the girl's witch hat, "Being upset and freaked out about our situation never helped anyone, and no amount of worrying will undo what's already been done. You just gotta...Hakuna Matata it, yeah? Assume that everything is fine, and deal with the fallout if you have to. Otherwise, why waste the effort when all it does is make you sad?"

The woman sighed, adjusting the tresses of her dress. "But really, what's the point if you can't hold out for something better?" There was a pained look in her eyes, and then she wiped it away with a grin, bumping Ritsa on the arm in return. "We're Mall Rats, we'll survive no matter what, it's what we've been doing this whole time and it's what we'll keep doing. Nothing's gonna stop that, okay?"