Sebby.

"Sebastién?" Giselle guessed. "If you mean him, I ran into him earlier. He's... He's like us." It wasn't good news, but she was glad he was like them if the, for lack of a better term, living really were ganging up on the, for lack of a better term, dead students. Sebastién was no Hero Barrett, but he was useful to have on her side, or (as she remembered the mutually hungry glances) at least not openly aggressive towards her.

Her next question made Giselle step backwards once more. She hated hugs. She hated being touched by people. But not only that, Giselle had nearly snapped just moments ago. She wasn't ready to come in such close contact with people again. It wasn't just dangerous, it was well nigh suicidal for whoever tried it. But Elke was looking at her like she needed it and it was just another thing Giselle couldn't provide, like safety, like answers, like a cure.

"After we fix all this, I will consider your request." Giselle settled for. It was the best she could offer. Giving Elke her sternest Tutor Look, she added, "We have work to do."

With that, Giselle beat a hasty retreat.