With her supply run finished and her bag returned, Fantasia considered getting her nap on. The day was still young, though, and in spite of recent events draining her social ability, she did still have physical energy to expend. The run for food had been more a crawl and lurk anyway. Time to stretch her legs around the apartments.

For whatever reason, this time it was a lot easier to locate missing umbrella pins. Was she getting better at this or were there just a lot of people missing something crucial? She didn't know how to take them other than, well, taking them. Funny how something so small mattered so much; most of these would have been more at home in an alcoholic drink or something, not her grimy hands or in some dilapidated corner. The hours seemed to pass by in a breeze as she scavenged a floor below, humming to herself to fill the empty space.

She didn't want to hear any more screams.

Eventually she reported back with not three but four umbrellas in tow, and there was a little smile on her face this time. Maybe she wasn't so useless after all, who would have thought?