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Opal continued watching. Someone is on vacation here, and now? She shook her head at the thought, then wrote in her notebook. No, she wasn't the Newsreporter. She was what she liked to refer to as a flaneur, which was someone who quietly watched, and interrupted only when necessary. But she was a GCDer through and through.

Opal then stood up, then continued staring at the tourist. Suspicious...., she thought. But she had her doubts that this was a killer.

Opal saw Veliofi, and waved back. She walked over to her, and asked "So there's a tourist now? That's.... a little odd. I mean, there's a killer on the loose! People are dying every day. We're lucky to have caught the other killer. And Jacki could have killed me if the pattern wasn't found." Opal often had moments like this, so most people were used to it. But it had been happening more and more.

Sako was quiet, reclining against the trunk of a tree, it's roots providing a natural seat. Through branches upon branches of new leaves, a tendril of sunlight graced her delicate, white skin. She stirred and the stream of light illuminated her sole, bloodshot eye. "Oww," voiced the female, moving away from the disurbance.

She had been pondering the recent updates in the sniper's kingdom, but that train of thought quickly abandoned her. "Oh well," Sako groaned, rising to her feet. "As long as i'm not killed, i'll be happy. Heck, even if I am killed, as long as it's quick, i'll be happy."

Sako stretched, moving muscles that had grown accustomed to her former cramped position. With a content sigh, the female looked about. The sound of Opal and Veliofi conversing quickly caught her attention. "Ten bucks says they're talking about Belle and the killer," she mumbled under her breath, too faraway to understand the passage of words.

The female left the shade of her tree, shielding her eyes from the sudden glare of the sun, moving closer to Opal and Veliofi. "I was right," Sako whispered to herself, upon coming within earshot of the others. Quietly clearing her throat, she spoke directly to the two, "Still pondering the past [events]?"

An involuntary shiver ran up Sako's spine. She shuddered. "All this talk of the sniper is making me paranoid. Even if we all make it out of here alive, though i'm expected a few more of us to fall, we'll be looking over our shoulder for the rest of our lives, ya know?" Rubbing her arms, as if to ward off a chill, Sako begged her over-active mind to calm down.

"You mentioned a tourist? I was dozing off earlier and so I haven't seen her... or him." Looking around she sighted the blue-haired boy. "That's him, right?" In the most obvious way possible, without really meaning to, she pointed at Zephyr.

"Mmm 'kay," replied Sako in a way that only just showed Opal that she was paying attention to her. It really wasn't her fault, though, the female was only momentarily distracted by a pink ribbon that a spring breeze was blowing towards her few.

Bending over, Sako snatched up the pretty item, twisting and turning it. She grimaced upon sighting a tell-tale spot of sanguine liquid- dry by now- towards one end. "You know," she started. "I never got a giftbox. I suppose that's a good thing. I've never been the person for horrorific happenings." As if she had stated something humorous, the female chuckled quietly. "And here I am in the center of a freakin' murder mystery. How ironic. This irony is absolutely killing me..."

The female shurgged off the depressing message in Opal's words. Her nerves had long since calmed, the talk of the sniper something she got used to really quickly. "If I die, then please may it be a quick shot through the head," Sako stated in a quirky manner.

Pausing before her tongue let loose another sarcastic remark, the female thought for a second. "Can the living dead die again, even? I guess so... otherwise the sniper wouldn't stand a chance in the game him or her is playing."

Sako tactfully decided to change the conversation, seeing as this area of chat really wasn't doing anything beneficial. "I think," she stated, "That we have no control over life and death matters. We only need to hope that the sniper slips up. So... the weather's been really nice lately, eh?" Change the first, rather Sako made a really lame attempt to steer the conversation away from the sniper.

'That was so obvious,' she thought, twirling the bit of pink ribbon between two pale fingers.