He nodded. "Yes."

"Oh..." He put a hand to where he'd been shot in the torso, remembering the incident.

"Thank God for that, at least." Sophie glanced at her watch. "Okay. I guess I'd better go now." She turned to Vexin, looking conflicted as she touched my arm. "Good luck. And whatever happens, thank you. That sounds so inadequate, but..." Her voice dwindled to a stop.

Vexin gently patted her hand, not able to bring himself to smile to try and reassure her. "No matter, your welcome."

Suddenly she gave him a quick hug; she smelled of perfume and cigarette smoke. She turned to Nate. "Good luck to you, too," she said, shaking his hand. "It's been a real honor working with you."

Vexin didn't like that smell, but said nothing of it.

He looked over at Electa, his eyes conflicted and scared.

Electa was really worried, but tried to not show it.

After Sophie was gone, Nate looked at his watch, too. "I'd better get to my seat--we don't have much time." He regarded them for a second; it was possible see how desperately he wanted them to succeed. "I'll do anything I can to help," he said. "Good luck. And thank you for trying, no matter what."

Vex gave a small nod.

Squeezing their shoulders, Nate left, shutting the door behind him.

Jonah shoved a nervous hand through his curls. "I'd better take you to where the other acolytes are now--he's right, we don't have much time. And before I forget, your name in the lineup is Carrie Singer and Clayton Nelson, okay? I'll be checking everyone off the list in a few minutes; dont forget that thats you."

"O-okay." He said nervously.