Tamara didn't feel very comforted when the other girl smiled. In fact, she didn't feel much more safe than she had a moment ago.

She glanced down at herself when the other girl asked to see her hand. Trust wasn't one of her strong points and she certainly had no reason to trust this confrontational girl in front of her. She chewed on her bottom lip a moment, lifting her eyes to study the other girl's face carefully.

'Just do it,' she told herself silently after a few seconds. 'You can take care of yourself.'

She held her left hand out, palm down. There was paint under a few of her nails and a smear of it near her wrist. She twisted one foot, a movement that would come off as a nervous gesture but in reality was just getting her closer to the soul underneath the leaves and grass.