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Sabin frowned darkly as he slammed the door closed after him in response to Aubrey's words and resentful words. Bitterly, and because he got some sort of twisted enjoyment, perhaps because she already had her suspicions so why not, he flahed her one more toothy snarl as he started the ignition.

He glanced to Awen, nodding quietly. He wasn't in a talking mood anymore. Not now. "Right." He murmured. She could see the anger and hurt in his eyes. Not necessarily directed at her, but it was there.

He stepped on the pedal and left Aubrey and Awen in the dust as the jeep sped back to the labs, the now empty trailer rattling after it.

Cassidy exhaled slowly. She was alone, it seemed?

Thank the god she didn't believe in that was over. What was wrong with Awen? You couldn't just behave that way to these people. They were sick, sick bastards. Cass had read somewhere that the first rule of being a hostage was to not draw attention to yourself. She figured the same rule probably applied here.

And if Aubrey had been defending them... she hated to think what would come next, if she stopped.

Augh. She was an innocent bystander. Who had... been... obviously eavesdropping. Stupid, girl. Stupid.

She slithered over to the corner, and coiled up, hugging herself. In a while, when all was clear, she'd head back to her room. Screw pinball.

Awen exhaled slowly watching Sabin depart. She knew he was angry, hurt... but it didn't feel good to have him turn his back.

When Aubrey spoke she turned slowly to the lab tech. "I'm sorry to you too Aubrey." She said softly. "And I appreciate what you try to do. Just not what you just did to me." Whether the lab tech thought about it or if she even heard it didn't matter to the manta as Aubrey headed to her jeep.

She glanced back to the rec room. She'd left the snake woman there alone. Probably for the best... at the looks of her Awen had an idea that she wasn't very fond of staff either. She wouldn't go back to the arcade games, no longer in the mood. The thought of going back to her duplex was equally appalling.

Her gaze shifted towards the lake and she sighed softly. Yes, that would make things better. She could be alone... she wouldn't have to deal with the other islanders just yet. Billy would soon be able to disturb her even there.... but for now the lake was still her own.

So Awen slowly started to the lake to have herself a swim. The water would make it better...

Bobby was back to civilization. Her run-in with Billy had reverted her to isolation, but her discussion with Pyroth brought her back. She had to admit, the pig was happy to have easy access to food.

After filling a bag and eating her fill, Bobby was about to leave the building when the sound of music assailed her ears. Like a bloodhound sniffing out a trail, the woman hunted down the source.

She turned the corner, and walked into the room. Seeing a girl with something large poking from her head, Bobby paused. Another Islander? She knew the game well, her children played it all the time. After the song was over, and the pause before another, the woman cleared her throat loudly.

Bobby grinned, "Hi, I'm Bobby... mind if I join you?" The woman was fully aware she might have trouble just /fitting/ on the small DDR stage, but she wanted to see if she could still play the game.

Many times, her and the other cops would have DDR tournaments... and in her time she was always the undefeated champion. Now she was biggers, slower, and clumsier. Her reign was at an end, but that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun.

Bobby knew the other person was eyeing her bulk... even she was skeptical. Climbing to the stage, the pig squeezed in. She fit... barely... but it was a good thing she wasn't impeding on Kim's area. "Nice to meet you!" she extended a think-nailed hand.

The woman used her other hand to go through the song like an expert. She hardly even needed to look at them. Finally, Bobby stopped and rested over the song 'Shooting Star'. "Is this one alright?"

Bobby grinned happily. She had done no hesitation either with Kim's strange finger. The woman really did take the changes in stride. "Great, Let's DANCE," the pig giggled at the absurdity in her words.

Whent he dance started, Bobby kept messing up. She was a little unsure of her feet, that really did not want to cooperate. By the end she was only missing about one every fifteen or twenty. Still, not what she could do, but not bad considering she could almost not see her feet anymore.

The song ended, and Bobby gasped happily for breath. Her tank top was sweaty with a long, thick streak down her back, and also sweat marks where all eight of her nipples were underneath. Smiling like the little girl she was so many decades ago, Bobby collapsed on the rail, "Well, that was fun!"