[Sadrain]

December 13th, Chicago. Sewer #17, side branch A34. Evening.

"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.

December 14th, Chicago. Sewer #17 Outpost.

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.