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"Oh... sorry." Amaya looked up at Emelyn appologetically, thinking she should have known better then to think she would have insulted her like that.

She wanted to stop the argument and opened her mouth to do so but... couldn't think of anything. Shutting her trap, she just watched Ambrose and considered trying to help him... though she'd probably just get in the way. What Emelyn said was right... Angelina had been the only one to really throw a tantrum of sorts.

Em seethed a little, but she was grateful that Ambrose had at least acknowledged that he was on edge. She still felt like she was entitled to the looks she'd been shooting Angelina, after all... it wasn't as if the woman had even made an effort to like me, she figured. But she shrugged it off, and rubbed at her eyes in frustration.

"There has got to be a way in," Em said, not willing to acknowledge any of the more personal aspects of Ambrose's speech, "Maybe there's a window low enough? Or.. we could look for another door- maybe... ... Angelina found something," she said haltingly, saying the name rather than spitting it- for Ambroses benefit. Not that she was entirely sure he deserved it right now. ...Although, to be fair, she thought, he hasn't proved to have done anything really wrong.

...Except have bad taste.

"If not, we should just head back into the jungle, find somewhere where we can hide. This all happened for a reason- someone had to have done this all, and I don't want to be around if whoever it is comes back."

Amaya sighed heavily as she watched the boulder simply thud off the door. Listening to Ambrose talk, she realized that she was probably the only thing keeping the group from total and complete awkwardness... or at each others' throats... or from making Emelyn feel totally alone if she had been paired up with the couple and she wasn't here. Well, looks like she had her work cut out for her.

Nodding to the hedgehog's last statement, she added. "And it's not like we can't come back and check again tomorrow if everything is still off." She haden't realized they had been outside ALL day and her stomach growled in protest at not being fed.

Though that was the least of her concerns. What happens to lizards in the nightime when all the warmth of the sun was gone...? And it was going to be nightime in the winter no less. Green eyes looked back to Angelina, almost pleading her not to start fighting.

Emelyn felt so many things in that one instant- and she could feel the waves of emotion coming off the others in various degrees of sorrow, anger, confusion, and annoyance. They were mirrored by her own emotions, a veritable spectrum of combinations, all slurring together in a rainbow of feeling. She just shook her head. She wanted to come closer to Ambrose, but felt Angelina between them like a wall.

"I'm not mad at you, Ambrose. It's just a ... bit of an unbearable situation. We were just starting to have something special, and then everything fell apart. It's not easy to be tossed aside for someone else, so summarily. But I understand. And I don't feel that way about you anymore." She turned to Angelina, still harboring some desire to clock her- but knowing it was unfounded, "I know you don't want to hear all this. I wouldn't, either. But you won, okay? If you really want to take shots at me, go ahead. I was the 'other woman'. But he came to me in grief, and the second he knew you were here, I was exactly what I am now. ....A poor man's Angelina."

There were no tears in her eyes, for she'd squirreled them up, frowning to keep them all down. The wrinkle between her eyes deepened, and she shook it off, huffing into the air in the immense pause that followed.

"I'm starving," she said, turning away from the looks of Ambrose and Angelina, wishing they weren't there- and towards Amaya, shooting her an apologetic look- she knew the girl didn't want to be a part of any of this.

The lizard-girl listened to everyone talk in silence, eyes going from one person to the other before straight ahead of her. She sincerly hoped this didn't keep up for the rest of the night for everyone's sake.

Having never been in a relationship before, she wasn't sure how to handle it or make anyone feel better, but arguing like this was NOT getting them anywhere. "Look. We can fight or talk or whatever you guys wanna do once we have a fire, shelter, and some food. Please?" Letting out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumped and she turned around to start climbing the fence whether anyone was following or not.

"Me insisting on hating you?! Oh please." Angelina paced around, frustrating tears forming in her eyes.

She didn't know what she was feeling or how to express it. What she was really afraid was looking like the 'other woman' in everyone eles's eyes. She looked at Amaya and Emelyn. She came to the island expecting to find her lover, sick and scared, welcoming her with open arms. Instead, she found something so beyond the realm of what she was expecting it through her for a loop. And worst of all, Ambrose, changed, already moving on. A few family, new friends.

Now standing here, she felt even more like an outsider than ever. She self-consciously hugged her arms to herself as she felt the eyes on her. She had taken Ambrose from Em, at least that what she thought Ambrose's island's friends would think. And SHE was yet to change. She considered herself a very dynamic person - usually able to blend into new situations. She had changed her lifestyle before, one for Ambrose already. But now.. .she felt completely normal - completely herself - the same person she was when she woke up that day...but this time it was everything else changing around her. Ambrose had changed, her view of reality had changed... even the definition of 'normal' had changed.

Moreau and the lab assistants - the fully human people. They were the bad guys. The victems, they were the good guys. And Angelina felt juxtposed... not knowing how the others felt about her retained humantity...and the uncertain looming cloud of uncertainty. Would she change? Now? Was she ever going to? Did something happen? Would they come back and then change her then?

Angelina shook her head angrily, wiping at her tears, knwoing her anger was misplaced but not wanting to admit it. So she just stood there, staring at the ground, wishing she could just close her eyes and dissapear.

Amaya was already waiting for them on the other side of the fence, then looked over to Ambrose while waiting for the two women. "I don't mean to make you worry anymore then you are now, but... I dunno if I'll be able to move around much once it gets darker." She paused for a moment, fumbling with her fingers. "Ever since I turned cold-blooded I went inside when it got colder..."