Zara wakes to her alarm and sits up. She pops one of the antibiotic and pain pills Python gave her. Contemplating leaving the room thanks to Jams, Zara gets dressed. One couldn't say that she was wholly over the trauma of the past few days. She was surviving the best she could though. Even if pushing through with an emotionless soul was the way to go. Yet she couldn't be like that for long. Even with the pain in her heart she needed her friends even if to only sit quietly by. Dressed she tosses her long hair into a ponytail and checks the mirror. Her complexion has a pale tinge and it annoys her a bit. Rubbing her face has no effect. She sighs and exits the room.