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Calintha was very confused by her statement. She wasn't one of them, but she was one of them? Apparently, originally Tara had meant something else, and had instead realized what Calintha had meant in the first place. She blinked a few times before listening to the rest of what the girl had to stay.

"Nice to meet you." She gave a small smile. Tara seemed to be a little spacey currently, but it was a given considering the subject. Organ rings and girls in coma's were not necessarily pleasant topics of conversation. "I visit her every now and again, at least every other week now I think. I...didn't ever know her very well I guess. I was just trying to put everything behind me, and I figured visiting her would help."

She avoided saying the words 'school'. Calintha wasn't sure what Tara thought about the drug ring story, and she didn't particularly want to push it. You never knew what other people thought, after all.

"I'm sure she's happy too." Not that the blonde girl actually knew. It was just what people said sometimes, you know? Covering up the sad truth with something more respectable for everyday conversation. "How well do you know Laney?" She'd almost slipped and asked the other girl how she had known Laney, remembering at the last second that the girl was actually alive still, regardless of mental status.

Lucky for Tara, Calintha was mostly oblivious about that kind've stuff. She didn't really really catch the other girl wiping her eyes, but it crossed her mind that the motion seemed odd. She brushed it off though, seeing as it didn't particularly matter to her so much. It did feel good to hear that other BP survivors were visiting Laney. It made the blonde girl feel less alone in her efforts to appease the suffering girl (was she suffering? The girl had never been in a coma, so she couldn't know for sure. Perhaps it was like purgatory).

"Its okay for it to be here short term. A day or two yea, but it needs some fresh sunlight and air to be truly healthy." She gave the other girl a small smile. At least she seemed enthusiastic about keeping her plant alive and happy, which earned definite points in her book. Those who loved plants were good in her book.

She smiled before reaching around into her backpack and fishing around for something. It wasn't long before she fished out a little piece of card stock. It was black with white printing, a simple design with the girls name and contact info laid out upon it. A business card, the efforts of one of countless sleepless nights turned into something productive. It had taken her a while to figure it out, but the 24-hour copy shop guy was so bored that he helped her through it. A small blush hit her cheeks before handing it over to Tara. She was still embarrassed to give them out.

"Here, shoot me an email sometime." She wasn't sure she liked the sound of experimentation, but depending on what Tara wanted to do, Calintha would probably be game. "Some of my plants are too delicate to withstand much change, but I'm sure a few others might interest you." In other words, there was no way the girl was getting near her carnivorous plants. They were too precious and too expensive to be tampered with. Like the other girl had mentioned- she was a full fledged gardener, through and through.

She looked outside the window, noting that it had to be getting late. "I should really get going though, I'll see you later?" And with that the blonde turned and walked down the hallway, moving for the side door. After a few locker sections had past, she turned and waved.

It was good to know the other survivors were adjusting well. It was good to know others were visiting Laney. It was good to know Tara wouldn't be imprisoning her plant in her locker anymore. Today was a fairly good day, all in all.