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By the time Amnell had reached the information booth and stepped gladly into the shelter of its protruding slip of a roof, her temper had cooled off. Enough so that when Enid approached her and thanked her for agreeing with her, Amnell only muttered a low, "Don't mention it." Now that the adrenaline had faded, she was started to feel the effects of the few injuries that slipping into a ditch had wrought upon her. Underneath the mud, her palms, calves, actually, the entire underside of her legs, were now stinging from scrapes and bruises that she didn't want to think about, and several other parts of her throbbed rather painfully, including her ankle, forearms, and bottom.

As enticing as hiding out in Enid's place and getting into some dry clothes sounded, it wouldn't do to abandon ship before their commander even arrived. Amnell dug a clammy hand into her raincoat pocket and scooped out her cellphone to given Evan a ring, but as she suspected, it was not in any working order. She had just given up fiddling around with it when Alex came up to her and apologized. "It's fine. I'm sorry too. I'm just feeling miserable because it's so cold and dark and because tonight hasn't been going well as expected. Look, we should at least explain things to Evan before we do any taking off. My phone's fried, so someone else will have to do it."

Amnell then paused, wondering how well her next idea would be received. "Hey Seth, do you mind if I take these off," she gestured demurely at her drenched clothes, "and warm myself up inside the jeep?" She eyed the curly haired brunette beside her carefully. "Perhaps... Miss Cardiff would also like to join me in drying off?"