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After sometime of patting his shoulder did Elea retract her hand, the guy needed to be alone. Turning her head to the side a little did she lightly glare at Dallas. He just HAD to say it, even though it was true--things could’ve been far worse as Ryan put it--right now wasn’t the time to hear it. To compare one’s misery to some hypothetical person’s misery wasn’t the best of ideas. In truth it only made one feel even more down.
A strand of her hair fell out of the loose make shift bun, without thinking did the rebellious strand come to rest behind her ear.

At the suggestion of learning each other’s name, the once reporter for the National Inquirer had to shake her head gently. Honestly, did he think this was time for introductions? What was next? Tea time? Or was it time to break everything that was breakable in the room? When Noah launched himself at the mirror, the automatic reaction from the girl was to step back from the soon to be flying glass.

She watched somewhat in horror at Noah’s one sided fight with the mirror. Though she couldn’t help but silently analyze just what might be going through his head. Going through such a change would cause anyone’s mind to alter for the time being. By breaking the reflection maybe Noah thought he would revert back to human self. Sadly such things wouldn’t come true, instead of trying to kill off the person he saw, Noah only managed to hurt himself in the process.

‘Time to earn more brownie points…’ She thought stoically, trying to block out the cries from the mouse man from her mind. Sighing more to herself than anyone else did her orbs look around for something to bandage the wound with. She had some tissue in her pocket but it wouldn’t do much…nor did she have anything like a sedative to calm Noah down.

The tissue, she decided would have to do. “Easy there…calm down…shhh.” She tried to make her voice sound something along the lines of motherly but it came out more monotone than anything else. Why weren’t her maternal instincts kicking in? ‘Guess Eve received all the maternal instinct genes.’ The thought mildly amused Elea as she reproached Noah again, tissue in hand. “Anyone see something better than tissue to bandage his paw with?” She asked Ryan and Dallas, her eyes steady on Noah in case he tried to do anything else.

Ryan wasn't asking their names for no reason. He'd been trying to relax the situation. Much good it had done.

He was surprised by the attack on the mirror, and had to resit the sudden urge to dig into the bed and hide. He wasn't going to give in to instincts.

Finally the mouse seemed to calm down, or at least run out of energy. Now he was curled up on the ground, his crying not exactly human.

The normie-guy's reaction was the first thing to really get to Ryan that day. Everything else had been water over his armoured back. This normie though, just sounded so damn arrogant. He walked up to the retreating man, placing a clawed hand on his shoulder and spinning him around.

"The hell he's gone through gives him the right. You fracking normies can't understand yet. It's one thing to say suck it up, but just wait until it's not you in the mirror anymore." He spat on the ground. "You'll find out."

With that, he walked back to the mouse, studiously ignoring the guy he'd yelled at.

Why in God’s name was that youth still walking around was bothering Elea. Just how could someone just shake another person and basically tell them to ‘get over it’ with ease still be walking around this Earth? There are some people in this world that one just wants to punch in the face, and God help the poor boy if Elea decided to at least b***h slap him across the face. Did he have no compassion--whoa wait, Elea(the anti-social on)have compassion herself? Or was she just for the moment being nice to get interview s and such before finding a way off the island? If so, that would make her a big fat hypocrite. Then again, everyone was a hypocrite once in a while.

Still, that gave no reason for Dallas to shake the poor man. And he just had to throw the jacket at her…wonderful. But ‘Noah’ it seemed wanted her tissue instead--which she gave freely. Elea remained quiet after Ryan’s rant of being ‘normies’ and through Noah’s cries of apologies. ‘Best to keep my mouth shut for the time being.’ The thought went through her mind while she paid attention to just how Noah was trying to clean his wound.

The unchanged woman shook her head, followed by making a small ‘tsk’ sound. Years of watching her baby brother mess up, accidents and other sports related injuries came flooding back to the surface of her mind. “Here…” She mumbled, gingerly taking his paw into her hand. Removing the bloody piece of tissue from his hand did emerald orbs examine the wound. Nothing too sever for heavy stitching but, there was some glass still inside--thank god for having long nails.

Slowly and as gently as she could did the girl pull out little fragments of glass. Though if she had tweezers it would be much easier than working with manicured nails. “You don’t have to apologize. It’s only a mirror, it can be replaced.” Again her muttering was soft followed by a small sigh. At the rate things were going, it would take an entire year before she could get anything done--let alone try to escape.

Ryan did his best to console Noah, kneeling next to him. "It's okay, at least you got that out of your system. And you don't need to apologize, either. That may be me in a few weeks for all I know.

He listened to the normie rant. All it did was make him angrier. The guy acted like he was the only one who had it bad. He turned his head around, glaing at the guy, his ears back, his voice very quiet and even. "So what? You think you're the only one who's taken some hits in your life? Have you ever seen a woman get her face ripped off by a Jaguar, knowing it's your fault that it happened? Whatever happened to you before you came here, it pales in comparrison. Even after your first change, it's hard to tell if the thoughts your having are one's you would have without the instincts. You don't just change outside here, you lose who you are."

He'd forgotten about the girl and the mouse. That was probably something neither of them wanted to hear right now. Whoops.

No matter how hard Elea tried to ignore the ramblings of the male species currently in the same room as her, they still managed to get a reaction out of the poor girl. Here she was, trying to be nice to Noah--figuring the poor guy needed as much as he could get--then all of a sudden it becomes a contest of whose life was the shitiest. Honestly, did the male gender contain half a brain or was it because she was the only one who reframed from making a sound?

When Noah pulled back from her--just as she was about to get the final piece of tiny glass out of his wounded paw--did he launch his own attack on the circus boy. First it was Ryan to attack then Noah…was it her turn now? Clenching her fist for a moment--irritation leaking into every cell in her body--did she try to calm herself down. No use to get angry like the rest of them--and act the same way too. However, to just slap some sense into the teen would provide the best way to calm herself down.

But, then things would only escalate from there. Which meant, more people would be injured, meaning Elea would be forced to play the part of nurse. Something she didn’t want to do for a good long while. Still, that left the question of what to do. Preferably before Noah decided to have Dallas for lunch--or at least that’s what she was observing. Being ‘weird’ as she was, Elea simply clapped her hands for a few moments, slow and steady claps. As if she had watched a performance and paying due to the performers for such a wonderful job.

“All of you are acting like children. You…” She looked over at Dallas, emerald orbs seemingly staring into the very core of his being. “Especially.” Elea tried to keep her voice calm but still her words were laced with anger or hints of the emotion.

Getting up from kneeling down did she walk over to Dallas, standing closer to him than Noah--possibly putting herself in between them was a good idea or maybe she just wanted to slap some sense into him. She side stepped a little to be at Dallas‘s left side. “Watch your mouth before my hand strikes your face Kid. Pissing off three people in one room isn’t the wisest thing. Considering two of them could probably break you in half and all I can do is offer mental abuse. Calm down.” Her last words were stern as if she was ordering him to instantly pop that bubble of anger brewing inside of himself.

At least with Elea she didn’t yell at him how her life was harsh, nor did she provoke Noah or Ryan. Nope, all she did was input her own two cents before backing up a little incase something else were to happen.

He sighed, and scratched the hair around his head-plate again.. "Look, I don't want to hit you. I can understand why you're upset, you just need to understand that what we've gone through is very different from physical pain."

He walked forward, putting a clawed hand on Noah's shoulder. Come on, settle down, you've been through a lot. Maybe go take a nap in your nest.

Elea remained silent for a while, appearing to debate over hitting the youth or not. His gaze was matched with hers, if he wanted a staring contest then Dallas could bring it on. As time elapsed and Noah finally calmed down did emerald orbs avert their gaze. The ‘staring contest’ was over and the guy did apologize. ‘Though he really should think clearly before opening that trap of his.’ The thought went through her mind as she shrugged her shoulders slightly.

“Why waste energy?” Was her response, sighing briefly before going back to Noah. Her petite form kneeling down near his to help him pick up the broke bits of glass. With her emerald orbs focused on the floor did her hand accidentally brush lightly against his paw but she paid no attention to it. “Just go rest, I can get the rest.” She muttered, biting back a side remark of ‘I’m helping the stereotype of how women are suppose to be. Cleaning up after males, great.’

If she said what was about to slip off her tongue would things become a bit more tensed around each of them.

Ryan would have bent down to help, but his spine didn't exactly work that way anymore. Sure though that the girl was attending to it, he turned his attention to Noah. "Look, you need some rest after what you just went though. Once this is cleaned up, we'll all get out of your fur and you can get some sleep. In fact, I wouldn't mind a little more sleep myself. We're both nocturnal, right?"

At least the other guy was trying to be helpful now. "I wouldn't worry about it. The Doc's are probably going to check him out anyways." The last bit was said in a hushed undertone, though Noah may have been able to hear it.