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Even if it was only for the moment, it felt pretty awesome to be in charge. It was like before, having power..except this time she wasn't using the power to kill people. She smiled toward Cassandra, counting off on her fingers. So herself, Cassandra..The One Armed Man who just used his on Ennea..good, good. This was going well. At Petra's suggestion that they do a headcount and make sure everyone was there Candace nodded. "That's a very good idea. It'd be impossible to tell if one of our own had been screaming and trying to get inside during all that mess.." Had everyone made it in? She hoped they had. Candace looked around with a small frown. This would be so much easier if there'd been a count off from the beginning, and if Candace had actually paid attention to everyone who was here. "Raise your hand if you're not here." She joked, trying to somewhat lighten the mood while she tried to figure out who they were missing. It was always times like these when you forgot if there were other people or not, when you didn't remember to list them until it was too late.

Gale spoke up and Candace was torn away from her attempt to make sure everyone was safe and sound in the shelter. "Good, good..hey, Watermelon. Need some help?" Ennea was being taken care of, so she figured she'd give Ariane some help. Candace dug through her bag until she found the bandages, walking over to the injured girl. "C'mere, Princess. Let me see your arm." Candace held a hand out for it, unwrapping the bandages so she could proceed to wrap them around as much of her injured arm as she could, being wary to keep an eye on how the girl reacted to the treatment.

((Action: Healing Ariane! +5 HP))

"I think Bob didn't make it," She replied to the 'raise your hand if you're not here' comment. Like most of those trapped here though, she was worried - if someone had been left outside... That would be one living nightmare.

"Watermelon?" She echoed before bursting into laughter, "And I thought Jeremy was the only one who could come up with a nickname like that. It's the hair, isn't it?" She flipped her long, watermelon-colored hair before nodding, holding out her arm for the girl; there were burns from the acid all over it, from when she was going after Gale. She wouldn't bother to hide her pain because hiding her pain was... A pain. Instead, as the bandages went around her arm, she winced before giving the girl - Candace? - a grin when she was done, "Thanks. I needed that."

Moving her arm a little to get used to having the bandages on, she then dug through her own bag to dig out her own bandages; the bandages lessened the pain a little, but it still hurt.

"Wellll," She looked around; everyone had someone attending to them, and Jeremy was fine (despite the ripped shirt) before her attention landed on a quiet guy who had talked about scars being a reward from battle or something like that. Walking over, she raised an eye brow at him, "Jude the dude, right? Your face looks terrible, but let me see your arm. Now."

He had participated in saving Gale, so helping him is the least she could do... Although she was being bossy about it.

[HP: 7 + 5 = 12

HEALING JUDE; HE HAS GAINED 5HP]

Typing up the loose bandages, she admired her own work... Which was nowhere done up as nicely as Candace's work on her own arm, but good enough to hold and hopefully help Jude alleviate some of the pain. Hopefully. As gently as she could, she let his arm go before grinning, "You're welcome, Judy."

Oh look, the nickname slipped out before she could stop herself. Ah well.

"It has a nice ring to it, wouldn't you agree?" Her grin grew as she tugged at the remaining bandages in her hand; there should be enough to wrap up at least one more person.

Jude paused at the nickname and stared at Ariane before he said as firmly as he could, "Jude," as a way to correct her. Though chances are he'd probably give in to it if she was stubborn enough to keep on calling him Judy. That or he'd try to ignore it only to accidentally respond to it anyways. Either way it is simply downhill from here.

He looked over his arm quietly before he looked back up at Ariane, "I've been called worse," he said simply. Not to mention people singing at him. The singing the horrible singing augh he hated his name most days.

"So...We're trapped?" He asked quietly.

Jude gazed over at Gale and offered a small grin briefly appearing, "No problem. Glad you made it," he replied sincerely.

"Judeeeee-dy," Ariane chuckled, patting the guy on his back before looking at Gale when he approached them. She eyed him, noticing the bandages on him before giving him a thumbs up, "Looking good, I see! You know, Judy here said that scars are proof of one's manliness or something... You kids grow up sooo fast."

Grinning, her attention was then drawn to a male she... Don't really recall seeing. He had been even quieter than Jude to her.

Gale reached a hand out, clapping it to Jude's shoulder. "Yep, I did," he said, and then grinned. "You made it too, and so did the rest, so somethin' tells me that's a good thing."

His eyes traveled briefly around the room; resting on the bedraggled, dirty, blood-streaked group before moving back to Jude. "Well," he said, correcting himself. "Even if we are a bit worse for the wear."

The first part of Ariane's sentence made Gale grin. The second part, however, rapidly transformed that grin into a scowl. He gave the older girl a somewhat disparging look.

"I'm not a kid," he said grumpily, though he sure felt like one right now. Gale's eyes moved to his leg, tracing over the blackened skin at his ankle, the redness that swelled up around it. Gross.

Bix's words made him look up again, and Gale's hand slid to his hip, pulling out the gun he had stuck into his pocket earlier. His fingers ran along the cool metal as he checked it for ammo, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Ohh, that's new!" She grinned at Jude's nickname for her, sweeping her bangs to the side, "Ari-berry. It has a nice ring to it, and very adorable~ Not as much as yours though! I accept, Judy."

She was not phased by it at all.

"Sure you're not, kid," She patted Gale on his head, ruffling his hair before laughing, "One day, you'll grow to your full height and I won't be able to do that. Until then..." Her grin widened as she paused, stroking her chin with a bandaged hand, "Until then, that's my name for you."

Turning to Bix, she raised an eyebrow, "I've been asking for a gun since just now~ A nice, good gun with bullets." She might have chuckled a little as she said that, but soon turned serious again, "Or just give me the bullets. My gun's good and ready to go, but I ran out of ammo on my way here."