Evelin watched with eyes filled with ice as Billy spoke, before cooling off. She would really have to try to not let that guy get under her skin. This was just another reminder of why she stayed away from people. Bad memories flittered through her mind, and her slight wince at the thought of all the pain was the only give away. Rubbing her forehead, she sighed heavily, and looked up at the clock. That would be another reason for why she seemed to be acting up. She needed to take her pills. Before she could slink away she heard Suzanna and ducked her head. "Sorry." she said softly and pulled at a strand of hair. "I can't stand.... People getting hurt, no matter how small." she breathed and then looked to Megumi. She was almost positive she had scared the tar out of the female. Good first impressions... People would think she was a freak, nothing new to her, but she had hoped to lay low. How she despised her anger.

Taking back her sketch book as the girls finished up looking at it to head to the leader's speech, the woman plopped down in the nearest seat swiftly. Her world was already starting to spin. Was she really that late in taking her medication? Feeling cold, she gave a shiver in the warm sunlight and flipped her back around to her front. The sound of the pills shuffling inside was noticeable, but at this point she didn't care. Opening the front pocket, she took out her five pills from their individual bottles. Grabbing the water bottle from the main pouch she then lifted the pills to her lips with shaking hands. Closing her eyes tightly and swallowing down the gulp of water and pills, she repeated twice for the rest of the pills. Looking down at her hand that the pills had been in, she felt her lips press into a firm line as her fingers curled tightly. It was so frustrating, she was cured, but at the same time, still dying. She was sick of these pills, sick of being sick really.

Luckily the pills did their job and kicked in quickly, and the world stopped spinning. Her shakiness took a bit longer to take care of, but once it was, she was sketching once again as the campers headed outside. Things then settled down, and when they did, the campers were getting up and moving after the meal. Standing herself, she stretched, her back popping loudly making her smile and sigh. Cracking her neck to either side with a sufficient pop for each side she then placed her pencil back up behind her ear. Looking down at the angry fire covered arrow, she knew that venting anger through her art was a lot safer then punching a camp counselor. Which she had been debating on bringing it up to whoever ran the camp that a hot headed, butt head like that should not be a leader, but she decided she had caused enough trouble for one day. Sighing, she plopped back down on the seat she had been sitting in. It would be interesting to see what happens next.