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Only once Jamal was steady enough on his own two feet did she allow her eyes to evaluate the damage the wench caused her. Turning her arm around while inspecting it, Antony was pleased to see that while her wrist was a mess, none of her tattoos had been marred.

Laptops are replacable, but tattoo work? Not so much. Joliette lucked out.

Fine by her. Antony kicked away any ice that had managed to land close to her and Jamal's feet so that neither would trip on any of it.

"Why not Jamal? You had so much fun." Her tone was dry, but a slight smile tweaked at the corner of her mouth to show that she was most definately joking. Sighing, Antony debated taking off her shirt to wrap her wrist with, but decided that this was not the time nor place to do so.

"C'mon," she grunted, grabbing her bag full of fruit before motioning towards the door with her left hand. She could take care of him back at her place, it was her knee after all. "You can smoke at my place."

Joliette's previous experience with Jamal and this one did little for her compassion towards anyone just then. He hadn't even bothered to look at her and had been more concerned about him then her during hte fight. Forgetting her entire need for food she turned and left without a word. She was seriously not having a good week, she tried to help someone and had gotten attacked... just joyful... she'd done nothing to Chana and got sworn at..she just wanted to hide away till after her birthday now.. "perhaps I will" she mumbled to herself as she disappeared from teh cafeteria

There was always something calming about candlelight...but sometimes one's body made it difficult to enjoy such simple things.

So Chana was on her way to add to the stash in her duplex. Hopefully Antony would be nowhere near. She wasn't expecting yet another woman she'd never seen before. At least this person looked human. It was difficult to tell under the flourescent lights, so bright after the darkness outside.

"Good evening," she called out, though softly.

Chana smiles welcomingly. After Antony...she'd decided she wouldn't try to tell anyone what she'd seen thus far on the island. Unless, of course, they had clearly...discovered.

"I haven't seen you around before...I'm Chana," she told the woman.

Chana accepts Lily's hand and pumps it gently...her hands are like ice. "Today, eh? Am I...the first person you've met?"

Please be so. That would make things so much easier...they could talk about harmless things.

"It's a beautiful island," she remarks and heads for the food, looking for cream cheese.

"I suppose I could show you the little I know...but I don't know if that's such a good idea in the dark." Chana spies an untouched container of the dairy product and snags it. She turns to Lily. "That and I tend to get lost when I venture out of the village at night." A half-truth. She'd only gone out of the village once at night, and then she'd gotten lost.

"Um..there's an entertainment room somewhere down the hall...and a laundry room too." Chana shrugs. "That's all I really remember."

Stressful times made people forget things. But it wasn't as if there was a maze in the building. Lily (and Chana) could find the rooms they wanted when they needed to find them. Which was not tonight. Nope.

Chana started involuntarily. Of all the things she'd expected to hear...that was not a question she'd prepared for.

I could just answer it... but that might lead to other, more personal, questions.

"Old enough to have graduated college," she answered, giving her best "Barbie" smile. Hmmm...it would be good to also grab a knife, now that she thought about it...