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___She turned, motioning behind her, and shrank back in shock. Hazina could no longer see the large city that had housed her for so long, in fact, there was nothing there. She mumbled a plea to En-Kai before looking at Aemilia. This place was different, and not in such a welcoming way, as first impressions go. Although, this girl did help ease the decreasing comfort level.
___"A-Agra." She said poorly, absentmindedly pointing at the void that was now where the entrance once was. "Bhāratavarsha, Hind." Hazina whispered, reciting faithfully the few names she'd ever heard it called. "In-dee-yah."

___Hazina furrowed her eyebrows, looking at the girl with a peculiar look. Granted she knew of several countries, but London? The numbers after it, didn't really make sense to her either. London, London. She narrowed her eyes, squinting at nothing in particular save for the sake of placing the name. Finally placing it, she flinched, springing away from the girl, covering her mouth and nose with her arm.
___"London! Plague-carrier!" Her eyes were wide, and incredibly frightened. She couldn't believe she'd been in such close contact with this girl. Was she infected already? Amee didn't look like it'd gotten too far. Frantically Hazina dug around her satchel for a worn amulet. What a horrible fate for this young mysterious Fakir to suffer.

___The Masai girl looked at the other girl reproachfully. Several people didn't know they had it and still they died from its causes. She wondered if she should sneak some leeches into the girl's bed, tales from London said that was a common use for the cure. Though, she wasn't sure if Amee would really appreciate the act.
___"Not carry, Black Death ..." Hazina shuttered her eyes back and forth between the girl and the parcel she'd been frantically rummaging through. She weighed the girl's reply, and then swiftly dug her hand into the mess of cloth and items one more time. Pulling out her sought-after prize, she held out the amulet at arm's length. "A-seríán." Hazina sternly thrust the gift out, insisting that she take it with the forceful offering. "Safeguard, a-kás. For safe, in case."

___Hazina furrowed her eyebrows. She had no idea what vaccination was. Injection, didn't that mean that something was being forced into something else? This woman had been injected with something. This could be serious. The Nubian girl dropped the amulet into the girl's hand and began to ponder what she'd said. Forced something in. A piercing? Or perhaps ... Hazina opened her eyes wide, before squinting with speculation. Was the girl pregnant? Is that what made her immune to the Black Plague? Babies! No, no that didn't make sense. The Death didn't spare anyone. Whatever the girl was talking about, Hazina was confident that her little trinket would aid in some way. Confidently she laid her hand upon the girl's shoulder and smiled.

___"You are smart. I will not put the blood-demons in your bedding. I trust." Hazina patted the girl on the shoulder and nodded her head forward. "Others, good like you?" Before the girl answered she quickly added, "Put on." and motioned for Amee to either pocket or wear the charm. It wouldn't work if not applied to the person in some way.

___Hazina made a short bow with her head, appreciating the help given. The trailer looked odd, indeed. She touched the wood apprehensively. What kind of a sheik or chief resided in here? Perhaps he had many concubines within, if he was involved with them Hazina might very well have her head taken off or be commandeered into yet another. She snorted with disdain, at the same time trying to pass off her fears as disgust. The Masai believed in polygamy, but it was for a reason much different from the sexual appetites of the men she'd resided with over the past years. Though it was part of her heritage, she resented it for a reason other than what the Westerners saw as affairs or heathenism. Concubines resulted in jealousy, especially for the men of high-standing. Fighting to have the first son, or various plots of murder for self-gain. To have to fight with your sacred body so your child could have a better life? The hold men have on women could be so disgusting sometimes.

___She looked at Aemilia and motioned her head towards the trailer. Should she knock or just enter? Was he coming anytime soon? Hazina opened her mouth to repeat what she was thinking, but it came out as, "He is ...?"

___She reached out, clasping Aemilia's forearm and shaking it ceremoniously. Sternly she nodded, before offering forward a hesitant smile. It was without a doubt that she was indeed nervous, and at the foot of this person's doorstep, she was having second thoughts. Hazina did not want to suffer rejection, and if she was to upset these people, being thrown out did not bode a good option.

___Still grasping Aemilia, she lifted her metallic arm and rapped firmly, listening to the clank combine with the dull wooden thud. The door was old, but she was sure the sound would transfer throughout the trailer. This person would come to greet her soon. Remembering she still had hold, she let go of her new friend. "Olesérè, Aye-mila!" Hazina flushed when she realized she'd stumbled over the girl's name again, and after being so proud in sounding it out! She sighed, and waved her mistake away and gave a more relaxed, and embarrassed smile. "I will learn." She promised sheepishly.