"None of you see further than your own nose," Leila shrugged. "If it's not me, someone else would hand it to your little rebellion just a bit later. You all are just that meek." Although there was a chance he was right, Leila wasn't about to let Amante intimidate her. And, if they had placed a watch on her, here in this outpost, whole rebellion should be on her neck already, with all the information she had handed over, one way or another.

At his snappy remark, Leila's grin spread wider. That had hit a sore spot, apparently. And she was not of the mild, sweet people to step back out of courtesy. "Oh, what now? Got rejected, lover boy? I guess some girls still have senses these days." Leila words were in more poisonous tone than normally, because the images of Amante and someone else from her past kept overlapping. She would have the sense now, for sure. "I might learn to mind my own business if you do. How about showing me an example to follow by walking away, ey?"

She did it- pushed buttons that should have been left alone. He threw his container of water- aiming right for her vindictive, bitch face. "It's my JOB to watch you, you fucking two-faced spy!" Snarling, he forced his pointing hand back down at his side. "All you do it hurt people- no wonder you're alone!" He threw a hand up, turning away from her with his frustration, "At least your family is dead- they don't have to deal with the disappointment of what you've become. You're a fucking joke."

Amante was done with her. She could blow up the entire side of the city for all her cared. He wasn't going to deal with her bullshit any more. He stalked away, grumbling and snarling under his breath as he moved as far away from her as fast as he could without sprinting.

"It's you who didn't do his job properly," Leila calmly retorted, outstretching the arm right in time to catch the bottle. The remark about being double faced didn't hurt her. They had known the truth from beginning, and she wasn't even double faced. She simply had a goal, and to obtain it, she wore different colors for a while. She did not pledge honest loyalty to anyone. That's how Leila had learned to view it, and she was going to stick to it.

However, his last sentence made her wince, even physically. "Not like you don't disappoint your 'dear friends'!" she called after him, hands clenched in fists. When he was gone far out of sight, few silent tears rolled down her face, and she pulled legs up, wrapping arms around them. However, that was the end of the emotion display. Until late that night, Leila did not return to the outpost, and she showed no extra anger when she did. Just went to sleep.

Leila was not so calm inwardly next morning, though, when it turned out it was her turn to stay put. Unless Amante was off to get wasted again, it was most likely he would be around, and if he didn't stay quiet, it would be hard for her to do the same. The girl swore mentally, though, that no matter what he spoke, she would remain silent. Too much she had let to be said already, and Leila realized emotions were getting too deeply involved. It didn't matter if it was hate or love, they would just sidetrack her.

Scribbling something in a notebook, Leila listened to calming music, but was watchful to not let anyone come close. She hoped Amante wouldn't bother, though. Her shadows also kept a lookout and so, the girl proceeded to make corrections to one of the poems.

Ryan poked head in Alice's room. The things seemed to have calmed down around the place, especially with Amante gone. The doctors were still doing examinations on the girl, the results should be in tomorrow. Ryan was a little scared for it, but he believed, that whatever it is, there could be a solution.

"Hey," he smiled, sitting down on Alice's bedside. "How are you?" Ryan kept wondering when she would ask him about Amante. They were friends... at the very least, so, she would wonder, right? He didn't even know what he would answer then, but didn't want to see the girl hurt.

Amante had been keeping to himself all morning, sipping some cup of joe while flipping through a magazine he "found" while topside. It was a business magazine filled with a few tabloid ads that he didn't personally care for but it was nice to get his mind off of all of the crap piling up around him. He didn't bother Leila at all- didn't even look at her really, but he was aware that she was nearby.

Alice had just woken up close to an hour before Ryan came in and she smiled over. Instinctively, she lay her hand over his when he sat down beside her and adjusted her head so she could see him better. Gripping his hand between her fingers and thumb, she held onto him and lay quietly in her bed, nodding positively to his question. She was feeling better, compared to the amount of pain she had been in nearly two days beforehand.

"I finished my therapy today," Ryan told her. "Now it's up to me to make my arm fully nimble and reliable." The doctor had seemed to be relieved, that he would not further wreck their equipment or deal him an unexpected hit, when his arm suddenly did something different than planned, or when Ryan didn't take in account the new strength.

"That's why I will be taking fighting lessons." He said it casually, and hoped Alice would accept it just as calmly. Ryan had no idea what was her opinion on violence and fighting, but she didn't seem the type to appreciate it. He hoped he would manage to hide that it will probably be more painful than therapies and recovery period. The man had watched one of Eve's classes, and she was ruthless. To say the very least.

Ryan had not yet talked with Elek about the new rules he wanted to bring into their deal, but it would be today, tomorrow at the latest. The possible operations and examinations would take more of his time, but Ryan was determined to always have time for Alice. She gave him strength and energy. He was even thinking of taking some 'make-shift' classes here for nurse job, so he could always be a help to her.
"I will be able to protect and help you well," Ryan said sincerely with smile.

Her features lit up when he told her his therapy sessions had finished up. she wasn't sure how to convey her excitement other than the smile stretching across her face and her hand squeezing his. It was such great news. She was happy for him, proud of him. Alice listened, stroking her thumb over his hand.

When he mentioned fighting lessons, her features calmed but she didn't look upset. She was starting to understand that the world was not very peaceful or safe, though she had no experience with such traumas, but she was still aware. As long as the training didn't hurt him, she would have no objections.

Leila glanced few times in Amante's direction, but seemed to pay him no attention rest of the time. It wasn't entirely true, though. The girl was quite aware of his presence and there was a mixed emotion bundle in response of his attitude. She ignored it to her best ability, but this man really had a talent of making her frustrated and confused.

Leila rose her eyes from the book, when now somewhat familiar nose of the cat reached her ears. She looked at the tunnel, but it took about five more minutes for the machine to arrive. It stopped just a bit before crashing into the first tent. Aiolia climbed out, shot a stern look Leila's way and walked over to Amante. "Hey, I am on my way to Surface and thought I could check on you."

Her tone was a little stiff, as if she was ready for another verbal rejection, and her posture switched to closed, arms crossing across the chest. Some would be able to say that she most likely bore some unpleasant news as well, but were they directed at Amante or not, it would be impossible to tell.

With a disheveled shirt, he glanced up and paused, cursing when he got a spot of coffee sludge on his shirt. He flicked it off and sighed. His clothes always became rather filthy rather fast but it didn't always bother him. It's probably why he never bought new clothes- they always got fucked up. He never wore anything nice. Ever.

Amante looked over at Aiolia with a quirked brow and flipped his magazine shut. "Do you need help?" He wouldn't opposed heading up there to get some things but he had a pretty specific skill set when it came to topside... like go through trash and going into places no one else wanted to or places that were a bit more dangerous and may have resulted in the loss of a limb. The only reason he didn't hop in without asking questions, aside from not being in the mood to really talk to Aiolia, was the fact that he had been slacking off on watching Leila and that was his main objective.

Aiolia huffed, looking down at the man. She rubbed her forehead, in clearly nervous manner. It was rare for her to express such unease.
"No, I don't need your help. Can't I just come and check on you, after that little display few days ago?"
Another glare went to Leila, but she watched everything in silence, without any movements. There was no way the assassin would move from her spot, so, if they wanted more private talk (or what they thought to be such), they would have to move. It was interesting to watch their interactions and Leila wondered what was that 'little display'. Maybe some attack, while drunk?

Aiolia sighed heavily. "Anyways, I also have some news to tell you. It's about Alice." The girl walked ahead, motioning him to follow. She was sure Amante wouldn't want for Leila to hear everything, the problem was that she knew not how far Leila's hearing reached, so, although they walked to the outer edge of outpost, it wasn't enough.

He was blatantly disinterested but sighed when she mentioned how he had acted. She did push him but, then again, he wasn't aware enough to have avoided the base in the first place... damn O'Connor and his blasted brew! But his guilt twisted into something else when she mentioned Alice and he looked up, totally aware. Amante nodded and slapped his magazine down onto a crate with his mug ontop of it. Without a word, he got up and followed her off to the side of the camp.

"What is it? Is she ok?" So many questions spewed through his mind- Had Elek found out anything about her? Her powers? How she was feeling? Was she still going to be able to stay there despite her display?

Aiolia's brows furrowed and she stared up at him, with a little guilty and angry, but more like worried expression. "Alice..." Aiolia began, unsure how to convey her message. She had thought about it all drive long and still had not found the correct way. Realizing that the wait was making everything only worse, the girl decided to simply 'spit out', as it was.

"Someone has cut Achilles tendons in her legs, they can't support her weight nor she can walk. However, doctors are pretty sure they can fix it. I am heading to Surface to gather medicine for her and some extras of other meds." There. The cat was out of the bag, and Aiolia mentally cringed, at what could come. "She will be fine, I promise. Elek won't let this pass unattended. After a year, she should be walking already. So the doc said." She reached to take his hand, but then pulled back, not wanting to invade his private space more. "I... I didn't want to tell you, until we're sure all will be fine. But... It's only fair if you do. You love her."

"More than all your friends put together," she added mentally, but kept the bitter comment away. For now. There was another reason why Aiolia couldn't keep quiet about these news - Elek would be disappointed, although would understand her point.

Leila's eyebrows arched, at what she heard. This Alice had to be the white haired girl. But who had done such a thing to her? That sounded worse than most of her tormenting poisons, because they at least finished with pain relieving death. And as she had guessed, Alice was indeed dear to Amante. Intriguing...

The news brought everything in him to a stop as if an explosion had happened right by his ears. He thought he could barely hear anything, eyes wide as he staggered inside of his own body, fighting for control. He shifted up against the wall with an arm propped up to keep him steady. He choked back a should as he tried to breath, his gaze stuck to the ground. She couldn't walk.. she couldn't walk. Someone had cut her up-badly, from the inside. "They.... they crippled her." His voice was low, quiet, shocked.

With fingertips burrowing into the cement wall, they scraped along as he started to fall to the ground. The process was slow but he couldn't be stopped He fell down and then onto his back, hands slapped over his eyes as teeth ground together. "What.... what the FUCK!?" Amante jerked up, slamming a fist into the wall with his other hand still shielding his face. Air surged out from between his tight, gritted teeth, along with a dab or two of saliva. He was furious and wasn't sure how to handle it. Lines of fur were tearing out from under his skin as proof of his frustration and, quite likely his hatred.

Aiolia watched helplessly Amante's rage and desperation consume him. She could bet that he hadn't heard most of what she had said, after the first sentence. Maybe she should have started from the good news end... "Amante, listen to me! Listen!" Aiolia wanted to shake him by shoulder, but a small voice talked her out of it.

"She will be fine! She will be healthy! And we will find those fuckers, and make them regret it!" Aiolia promised, watching him in horror. But not because she was afraid (although she was, a little) - it was because Amante suffered so. She had prepared for quite a reaction, but this was more out of the hand.

Leila did not have to possess empathy to feel the rage coming from the scene. Turning her head, the girl narrowed eyes. The darkness seemingly split before her sight, and Leila clearly saw the scene. Amante was raging and the signs he was showing pointed at one thing - shapeshifting. Taking into consideration how the transformation was triggered by emotions, his abnormal healing, strength and pain tolerance.... He ought to be a were of some kind. It was hard to know which one, and it was not so much of importance. But with this knowledge, she could prepare for their confrontation, that surely would come one day.

How could she stand there and try to make it sound like it was going to be ok? It was NOT going to be alright! His fist smashed into the wall beside him and he started to stand. With his vocal cords shifting, his voice dropped lower and gurgled. It sound like he was growling or perhaps he was speaking with two different tone levels. What it was he did say was difficult to say. However, he was furious.

Those people would pay. It could have been anyone- anyone in that forsaken place. But he would find them, all of them, and he would tear them apart one by one. Graphic horror spilled across his mind, his face snapping out as bones shifted and he roared. Turning away from Aiolia, he sprinted down the tunnels. A long gash mark had been torn into the cement with ease and left what could have been a marker to show which way he went.

His roars echoed back to her and part of the camp. He was gone, in more than one manner of speaking.