Erika wanted nothing more then to rest her head on the girl’s shoulder when she sat down next to her but she knew that signs of affection like that wouldn’t be appreciated, so instead she slowly ate her food, spacing out a bit. She barely heard the words Alena spoke to her, and even when she did it took a few moments to process them. Pushing through the muddled thoughts of her head Erika tried to form a plan. “Can you survive one more day?” She had a plan but needed to be able to control her powers and right now she simply couldn’t, her work had been to exhausting.

“On any other day I could separate the alcohol and the water, making them drunk quicker.” She whispered softly, not looking at Alena but also not trusting that their voices were low enough. “Do you knew morse code?” It was an extremely archaic form of communication, but it could be useful if they used it right.