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Raine winced slightly as her mother finally noticed she had glanced away, and had thought about turning back to face her, but glanced back as Alex started talking again. Her eyes widened briefly, and she glanced at the ground. This was just seeming more and more odd; at least, she hadn't expected any of this...though everything else before just seemed so much more confusing than this. But the oddest part was thinking that, maybe, after everything they had dealt with, there might actually be a semblence of normalcy. She glanced back at her parents.

Her mom was watching almost curiously, as if she was actually thinking about allowing it. Her dad...well, he was always overprotective, anyway; she didn't need to look to know he was irritated. She blinked in surprise as the other boy, Eli, wrote on her hand, confused. She had always made it a point not to write on her hands or arms...but maybe she'd let it go. After all, what else did he have to write on? Besides, it would wash off. She glanced back up again, to her parents, and Alex.

"...I suppose that would be fine. Though I should know where she's going, and when she's supposed to be back." Her mother was being a bit stubborn, and a bit more firm than usual, but she was bound to be stressed; she couldn't find her daughter after so long. Her dad didn't talk much, and he didn't really want to now, so instead protectively glanced around, hand on her shoulder. Raine sighed, and glanced to Alex again. "I certainly don't mind. ...But i was only calm because I didn't have to go through nearly as much as you three; Eli and Nikki with cuts, and then I think all of you had guns pointed at you...I wouldn't have stayed as calm as you guys did like that." She gave another grin, though this one was much more easy. "Sometime soon, then. ...Maybe by then I'll actually have a cell phone...?" she added, glancing at her mother, who shrugged. "Maybe." She sighed, then looked up. "I probably will," she told him, quietly. She had always managed to talk them into whatever she wanted, anyway, and they would have to give in eventually, if she was going to leave the house, and keep up with where she was.