How do you find a safe vantage point to hide in a dome? Laura sticks to hiding under tables instead. While she prefers the higher ground-- people rarely remember to look up-- she'll take what she can get. Darting from table to table, she's pretty quick and nimble; you may see her, but she'll be gone in an instant.

Then again, her stealth isn't that good. Eventually, a child's grubby hand reaches up from underneath the table to blindly grab at whatever food is laid out on it, sometimes several times. She eats whatever she finds, but it's... messy.

Laura finds a safe place to sleep in a hallway, far from the sounds of others. She crawls atop some stacked boxes, safely out of view, and dozes curled up like a dog, smeared with grit and food.

Bad dreams aren't new, but this sort is...

She needs to it. The... thing that will kill the bad man, the worst man, the one who wears her father's face and isn't. She knows she has to. Nothing else makes sense.

"¿Dónde está?" She crawls down from her boxes, and claws come out of one of her fists. She begins to hack at one of the boxes angrily. Her yelling is high pitched, echoing. "¿Quien tomó?"

Laura fails completely to pick food, and instead sits and eats it until someone guides her toward a more productive task. Which is good, because she has a lot of aggression to take out on these grapes.

She missed the part about washing her feet first, though. Nope, she's still a little grubby and a lot grape-y, jumping up and down with wild abandon and something even approaching glee. If you stop to stare, she'll stare back, the happiness disappearing from her expression before she whirls around, her back to you, to keep on stomping. Ooh, cold shoulder from an eleven-year-old. How you gonna take that?

esto no canada. este es un lugar estupido

la comida sabe mal

[go for it, man. im down for whatever. feel free to pm / hmu @ wehwalt if youre feeling it.]