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Loraina pondered silently over the information that had been given. They were still somewhere on Yudea. That thought alone was as discomforting as it was comforting, in an odd sort of way. Thoughtfully, she tapped her nails against the concrete floor, her gaze semi-studious and distant at once. Shaking herself from the thoughts of 'what ifs' and 'if onlys', the young woman brought her attention back to the people chained in similar fashion to herself. Everyone seemed relatively unharmed, if not for the shell shocked image the other woman seemed to hold to herself. The most evident wound that Loraina could read from the men was that of their pride.

She couldn't blame them though. Her own pride had been wounded simply from her inability to take care of herself and her home, evident in the fact that she found herself at the warehouse, chained to the floor. To be in the same position due to the possibility of betrayal or even simply from a surprise ambush, a trained military man would take that as a personal blow to pride. Shaking her head, Loraina mentally scolded herself. She felt ashamed to be analyzing the actions and reactions of these individuals whom she hardly knew.

"I feel like a simpleton in asking, but what do we do now?" She asked quietly. "I know there's not much we can do but even coming up with a far-fetched plan seems preferable to sitting in tense silence or looking for a direction to point the blame."