Welcome to Gaia! ::

Beth's eyes widened at Asher’s determined show of strength. She crumbled a bit under his pointed gaze. Great, she'd offended him. She continued smiling even though it wavered, an instinctive gesture of submission. She never understood why it distressed her so when others were the slightest hint of displeased with her. She quickly backed out of his way, another subconscious way of apology. After an awkward moment, she called to his back, “Well, clearly I stand corrected!” She fidgeted a bit, waiting for a response that never came, then turned to Brian and said, “It was really good to meet you. Good job team?”

Beth made her way down the stairs, frustrated at her own awkwardness. Disastrous foot-in-her-mouth moments aside, the haul was a good one. The shower curtains, as predicted, went to cover apertures that needed to allow movement, like watch points or doors. The ties she left at the makeshift medical area, and lingered a bit to help where she could. The cleaning supplies she brought to whatever soup line had been set up. The last thing they needed was for someone to get sick from crisis-time food safety negligence. And if anyone did have some sort of accident, of the sickness or physical variety, they could easily clean it up so as not to expose the rest of them to the risk.

And at least she knew more of her fellow Chosen, even if one of them hated her and the other one probably thought she was a neurotic mess. Progress was indeed slow.