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"I'm from England originally, but I moved to New York when I graduated high school." Emerwyn was interupted, however, when another figure began to approach. She pushed her glasses up her nose to see better. It was Lauren, and she had changed.
Am I the only one left now? She'd still been counting down two weeks. Time was running out.

Lauren smiled back, not having the terribly welcoming greeting she expected. She sat down next to Amaya. "So, what's going on? Anything.... different?" She hinted obviously wanting someone to talk about her changing.

Emerwyn wasn't exactly sure she liked Thorn very much. She didn't fully trust anyone who liked the Doctor. But she would not ignore someone like that. "Hi, Thorn, how are you?"
Then she turned to the conversation that was only spurred on by the desire to leave Thorn out.
"Well, I couldn't say much for it. I didn't really see much of it. I'd never even been to England until I moved to America. My parents pretty much shut me in my whole time living there. I was home-schooled, too. It was the perfect release to move to New York. And," she motioned to Amaya. "I would hope I knew where Pennsylvania, considering our close proximity."

Thorn accidently emitted a low growl at the fact that either no one cared or got her hint about talking about her change. She caught herself putting her claws up towards her mouth, "Excuse me..." She said politely.

Jeez, what was with her? Wouldn't she just normally be pissed and walk away. She didn't need them.

But for some reason she felt compelled to be around people even if they didn't accept her in immediatly, she could at least try.

"I've never been to Pennsylvania either, only Washington and California really." Thorn has never been much of anywhere. California was the first time she had been out of her own state. Why she chose California to run away to she never really knew, just sounded adventurous in a way. "Amish sound fun, they have the hats!"

It was almost as if the akward Lauren before her mother died was comming back out. Trying to insert herself further into the conversation, "Yeah but the big cities are pretty much all the same as far as the alleys and streets go, or so I've heard." Many people she was around told her the same stories, nothing much changed only the people around and the weather.

Living on the streets in New York during the winter would so totally suck.

"Ambrose? Yes, I know him. He's really nice." She remembered that he'd asked her to visit him if she ever wanted to talk... She made a mental note to do so.
Then the conversation veered back.
"I've never been as far as California, but I have been to Pennsylvania. My friend, Ketta, loved Amish country... We'd go to Lancester County..." she trailed off. The memories became painful.

Thorn was happy to be in the conversation again. It only took a little patience and a lot of persitance to butt her way in and while she wasn't patient she was definately persistant. "Yeah, I was I suppose, I wonder where we are now?" It suddenly occured to her that not even she knew where she was. "And I donno, I loved it at first, fun and adventurous but after a while I missed my small town and my friends." She chuckled a bit nervously.

"Ambrose... I've met him briefly. So, you're fencing?" She imagined Amaya in a three musketeer outfit, large feather and all and couldn't help but chuckle at that thought. "I don't know how you can get bored out here with so much wild life but to each their own." Thorn layed down in the grass looking up at the sky, it was a beautiful day and felt good to be outside in the sun. Ahh... the sun!

The sun felt better than usual and Thorn wondered why.

The conversation was drifting everwhere, and Emerwyn was getting lost on her own thoughts. When she came to again, she figured now was a good time to get back to her room and curl up with some tea... maybe do some writing...
She picked up her medicine and coat.
"Um, I'd really better be leaving. Thank you - it was nice talking... really."
She nodded to each of them. "Amaya, Lauren, Hargun."
She started to walk away, coughing again, loudly. She took her bottle and sipped from it.

An idea flashed into Lauren's brain as she sat up, "Well, you have pen like fingers, you could dip them into ink and it would do just as good as a pen!! Just keep dippin' them in the ink when you run out. It would create kick a** art I bet!" She was surprised Hargun hadn't thought of ways around her new disability since she loved art so much. "And useing your toes would work too!" She wondered if her hands would be able to draw still. If anyone could think of a creative way around that sort of situation it was Lauren. Adapt to survive!

She waved at Emer, "Bye, nice talkin' to ya too. Hope you feel better." She wondered why Emer always seemed sick.