"CLARE." Nathan screamed, making her jerk back into her seat, and squirmed, "FOCUS."

He kept his eyes on her until she rolled hers, and mumbled an apology, "The Orderian are arriving, they're going to want to speak with you."

She faced him, her plate empty on her lap. The purple light in the room making her eyes droop, her naturally dry voice seemed more distinct, when she said, "So what should I do?"

Nathan smiled, "Well sister." He handed her a glass of soda, "That's the ...