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Noise. There was so much noise. The babble of the crowd rumbling through the streets like a dull thud. The vocals of the man in the center, putting feelings to song, ringing through the crowd like a battle cry. There were so many people which, as it always did, was causing Aurora to shrink further into herself, making tiny look somehow smaller. Already her heart was thrumming anxiously in her chest, a little bird with wings brushing so desperately against its cage. There was that same bubble of anxiety always swelling within the cavern of her chest, pushing so uncomfortably within her chest and threatening to explode with even the slightest of disturbances. Delicate fingers would drum quietly against her own thigh to the rhythm of her heart, a nervous tick. Always keeping her hands busy, fidgeting, attempting to slow the racing heart and short breaths. Quite frankly, she wasn't the ideal foot soldier. Timid, quiet, and a constant ball of nerves. However, the providence had saved her from what had become the very darkest years of her life. When she could no longer see the light at the end of the tunnel, the found her and dragged her back to the surface. A part of her felt she owed them and so she did her very best to find ways to be useful. Another part of her, a bigger part, felt she owed it to the world. Even if she couldn't do much, even if she was just a pawn, it was better than standing idly by while the world fell to chaos. She didn't want another soul to have to go through the torment she and the others that had been taken had been submitted to, so she did what she could to try and stop it. The girl showed potential, when she could manage to work through the nerves but even when she couldn't, she was loyal and reliable, someone who could be trusted. Over the years, Providence had become something of a home to her. She didn't have anywhere else to go and couldn't even be sure her father was still alive. While more often than not, she kept silent, hardly ever voicing her own thoughts or opinions, there was a certain comfort she felt within their walls. She felt safer there than she had in years, despite the war raging with the Dominion.

It was only a few short weeks ago that she had been assigned to work with Ashara and James. Rori hadn't quite opened up to either of then yet, but she was doing her best to not seem like a complete fool. Speaking when spoken too and doing her very best not to stutter or accidently say something stupid. Massive amounts of effort had gone I to not stumbling over her feet and screwing up their missions by falling over or hurting herself. She tried to stay out if their way when necessary and help when she could. While attempting to hide just how nervous she always was and trying to play it off as the cool silent type instead, it was a feat that could be considered a complete failure. Her poker face was severely lacking and rather the girl was an open book. If she was anxious it showed not only in her eyes but the nervous twitch if her fingers. If she was worried, the emotion played out in the soft creases that marked her forehead. If she was embarrassed, her cheeks would flare up to rival the vibrant hue of tomatoes, which was often followed by a downwards glance of her head allowing those dark locks to help conceal the blush. There wasn't much use in pretending to be anything other than what she was. Sweet and shy with an excess of nerves. Despite her anxious habits, in situations like this Aurora was always more alert than one might give her credit for. Ocean colored orbs would rove over the crowd, lingering on the angry expressions and the few people that had begun to yell at each other. Even if she failed in most aspects of a qualified soldier, she had always been observant and thus picked up on the smaller things that not everyone would. Not just the angry disturbances but the fee that were chanting for peace. The blonde woman holding a sign with two clasping hands. The meaning was something she could only guess at this distance but she could have sworn she could make out two different logos scrawled onto the hands. The Dominion and Providence coming to terms, coexisting, working together? Was that even possible? There views were just so different. The Dominion sought a future much to dark for Rori's taste and she had witnessed their horrors first hand. They were memories she couldn't let cloud her mind at the moment, not in a situation such at this. A riot was bound to break out sooner rather than later.

Lost to her own thoughts and observations, the sound of Ashara's voice, followed by James's sudden outburst as he aimed a piece of trash into the garbage, caused the girl to give a small start. Small body jumping slightly, she would stumble backwards slightly before regaining her balance and quickly straightening herself out. A splash of pink could be seen in her cheeks for but a moment before her chin fell to rest against her chest. Her gaze would focus o her feet for several moments, letting her cheeks cool before timidly peeking at the pair through strands of dark hair. "S-sounds about r-right." She would say softly, reaching up to brush the hair delicately behind her ears. "It usually doesn't last longer than that... if they even make it that far." Considering her quiet nature, it was actually an impressive string if words to manage, especially without stumbling over them as they fell out of her mouth like she usually did. There was still that slight, nervous stutter, but even that was more subdued. Be it the fact that she was getting more comfortable around them, it she simply felt the pressure to not loos her cool completely in light if their current situation, it was hard to say. Perhaps it was a combination of both. After all, the girl still had a long way to go before opening up to either if them completely. The list of people who had managed to get past her shell was a very small one, even before she had been kidnapped by her stepmother and taken by the Dominion. The anxiety was simply something that ran straight to her core. Shaking her head lightly to clear it, she would take a couple steps forward, returning to her previous spot. Once again blue hues would peer out to the crowd, glancing over each face and every sign, lingering in the ones that stood out or seemed out of place. If there was anything else on her mind, it didn't seem to be something she was ready to share with her companions.