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Skiaska stared at the spot where she had thoguht she saw a man. Looking down at her bottle she sighed. "Crap..." Dumping both items in a nearby trash can, she let curiousity guide her. "Meh. I already know what's here... I'll go topside." She smiled once gain at the security and went towards the bar. Looking around, she smirked at a random guy. Hmmm... Why not spice up my night aroudn here? She walked over to the man, swaying her hips to the loud music.

Suddenly, she stopped, her ear twitching as her hood fell back. She sniffed, noticing something weird. She went towards the same place she had come from. The Haven. Entering catiously, she headed to the Generator Room. Why did it smell different than it did before? She growled in frustration. I am so freakin' confused! With that, she entered.

She leaned against a wall, out of the light. She tapped her foot to the music's beat, watching the dancers. She felt no urge to join them, no urge to do anything really except to stand there and listen and watch.

As he danced, Will noticed Lydia watching the dancers before grabbing her umbrella and walking out of the building. Still dancing, he frowned in concern as he contemplated the slightly younger Hunter. What could have happened to her? She seems totally alien to human contact. Even those of us that have lost everything we knew in our lives, like Kerrigan, still know how to interact with others and live it up. But her... It's like she's lived in a cage all of her life, and now that's she's out of her prison she has no idea of what to do or how to act.

No longer in the mood for dancing, Jackson strode away from the dance floor and off to the storage room, intending to go down into Haven and brood over the mystery that Lydia presented and how he could help her.

As he was walking towards the storage room, William happened to glance back and caught sight of Lydia, returned from her walk. Changing direction, he headed over to the bar manned by "Hunter". "Hey Hunter, can I get a couple of non-alocholic drinks? Say.... hmmm, a pair of strawberry daquaris, no tequila. Alright?"

Wilson just smiled broadly at the young Hunter leader while he whipped up the requested drinks with both efficency and style before handing them over to him. "Here ya' go, Billy me lad. So, you be tryin' to hook up with some fine lass now then, eh?"

Will chuckled and shook his head lightly before walking off towards Lydia. "Something like that, I guess. Later, Hunter."

Weaving through the crowd, he soon reached Lydia, who hadn't noticed him. Clearing his throat, he held one of the red colored, icy drinks out to her. "A round piece of copper with Honest Abe's portrait on it for your thoughts?"

He smiled at her, trying to give her encouragement, reassurance that he meant no harm. "Why don't we go to that table over there, sit down, chat a little, and enjoy these fine drinks that Hunter whipped up for us? Don't worry, I made sure that it's non-alcoholic."

So she didn't reject my suggestion outright, eh? Good, we're making progress.

He smiled as the two of them settled at a table. "I don't know, what do you want to talk about Lydia?"

He frowned as she remained silent and uncertain. What is wrong with her? Why does she...

Will paused as he thought he recognized an emotion in Lydia's eyes. Fear. She's... afraid? What is she scared of?

Determination glinted in Will's eyes for a moment as he looked at her. After a moment of contemplation, he began speaking in a soft voice. "I know, why don't we talk about what it means to be a leader. A leader has three concerns. The mission. His people. And only then can he worry about himself. NOTHING will stop a leader from protecting his people, even if it costs his life. Their safety is his first and most important concern. I'm your leader, Lydia... and I hope that you're my friend. I think you need to know what that means. It means that I WOULD DIE FOR YOU. You don't need to fear the past, you don't need to fear the present, and you don't need to fear what the future might bring, because I would do anything to protect you and the others. You are safe here. I promise."

"Yes, Lydia, you're safe here. I wouldn't have told you that you were if I didn't think it was the truth. Even if Hunter's was overrun, we'd be able to hold out against anything short of a full fledged army down in Haven. And even if Haven was attacked and overrun, we'd be able to escape into the sewers and go to another safehouse to regroup. The whole purpose of Hunter's and Haven is that all of us are safe here, safe from anything or anyone that would try to hurt us."

Will grinned slyly and raised his glass to her. "What can I say, there are advantages to joining and allying yourself with a group of very dangerous and skilled people with enough arms, ammunition, and supplies to start a small scale war."

He tipped the glass back into his mouth and let the cool, icy liquid inside it slide down his parched throat. Almost instantly a slight headache came and went. Ah, the joys of brain freeze. That'll teach me not to knock the whole thing back in one gulp.

Setting the glass down, he again stared seriously at Lydia. "So then what are you afraid of? You don't have to tell me. But I've learned that talking about your fears is usually helpful since there's something deep inside of each of us that seeks human comfort, and I would hope that you can trust me enough to confise in me as a leader and as a friend. So, what's on your mind?"

Getting to the top floor, she smirked and rushed into the dance floor, leavign Krii'Ouse behind, blending in with the people. "Fast song!" With that said, everyone around her, and herself, were dancing wildly, pressing their bodies together. Wonder if he'll ever find me in this mess...

Skiaska smiled, showing she was enjoying the vigorous dancing. Looking around, she saw Krii'Ouse trying to get towards her. Practically smothering herself, she squeezed between two people and found him. "Hey! Why aren't you dancing?!" She yelled a little over the music.

As the song began to slow, Skiaska's movements become more careful, precise, and a little more... interesting. "C'mon, Krii'Ouse..." She smiled at him as she tipped back her head.

William smiled kindly at Lydia's request and her statement. "I truly doubt that anything going through your mind could be considered dull, Lydia. And as for the room, consider it done. I believe that Room 13 is available, I'll billet you there."

Before anything else could be said, Len Thompson came up to the table and sat down, hair still wet from the rain outside. Will smiled at Len's greeting and returned it. "Good to see you, Len. I trust that your room down in Haven is meeting your needs."

A sly, obviously teasing glance was thrown Lydia's way. "So something interesting happened out there and you haven't told me about it yet? Lydia, I'm hurt. Truly hurt, my dear. Oh, to have one's heart so cruelly betrayed by the fickle nature of a beautiful woman."

Will sighed and slumped in apparent despair, before sitting up straight and grinning at Lydia broadly. He allowed himself a good, loud chuckle at his own melodrama. "It seems that I missed my calling in the theater, eh Len? I am such a ham."

More laughter met his own statement, as he allowed himself to let loose and enjoy his own humor. It has truly been said that a man willing to laugh at himself is on the road to contentment. "So Len, other than interesting goings on, what have you been up to? How have you been?"