The voice across the room had made Mari tense up more. She had only glanced at the woman for a slight second before dropping her gaze back to the floor again. She had no clue who any of these people were and if sitting with them would be the best idea. But she wanted to get away from the man that was coming towards her.
Still, with manners, she had excused herself from the man to scurry away to the woman. On her way there she had wiped under her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt, trying her best to wipe away the make-up. With her other hand she had pulled out a chair from across the woman and sat down in it without scooting back near the table.
She sat with her hands in her lap, her shoes now resting besides her seat, and her head hung. Her thick hair was lowering itself to hide her face and it seemed to vibrate as if she was shaking. What was she doing here? What would she do now? She had no where else to go.