Mm. [Camille doesn't turn into the touch. Doesn't turn away from it either. She's not sure if her theory about talking it out erasing the words is real or coincidental. This one needs to get gone quick.
At the mercy of strangers, once again. She turns her head, catching eyes.]
no subject
At the mercy of strangers, once again. She turns her head, catching eyes.]
I am if you are.