[ South shifts slightly in her seat. Yeah, that’s a fear she’s actively dealing with, and not in the abstract. Her eyes instinctively flick around the room as if scoping out her surroundings for threats, which she is, though the ‘threat’ is simply Wrath.

She catches the flash of pink hair at another table and really hopes this bullshit gets cut before she has to deal with her.

And then her eyes snap back across the table to Dayna, what would have likely appeared a simple paranoid room sweep over. ]

You never know with this place. Everyone seems to have each other’s backs, some of that fuckin’ ‘we’re all stuck here together’ spirit or some shit, at least, but pays to be fuckin’ cautious. Don’t have to give people your life story to get on with them.

[ God only knows all of that camaraderie would be cut off from her if certain people opened their mouths. ]