a. [ laura never thought that she was a particularly claustrophobic person, but maybe being trapped in a pit will do that to a person. she stares up at the vast height of the ceiling, and if it reminds her of anything she doesn't say, but there's a pale sort of sick look about her that never seems to leave after that.

fortunately she's used to tight rations, so that's one aspect that she can roll with. laura hunts for food as much as anyone, but she's just as likely to pass her findings off to someone nearby as she is to keep it for herself, a well-meaning attempt at a smile as she holds out one of the rare, not rotted cobs and says 'Here, I'm good'. ]

b. [ she's not always so focused on helping the many, though. there are times where laura sits silently, a rock in her hand that she's steadily sharpening against the ground. it's the sort of task that's easy to zone out into and laura does, expression grim as she stares blankly at the floor in front of her. of course, if she's interrupted she'll blink a few times, and laugh it off like she's been caught dozing on the job. ]

I was totally in my own world there, sorry, what did you say?

c. [ night is harder for them all and laura is one of many that can't exactly get a good night's sleep under the circumstance. she's more likely to pace than settle down, eyes upwards at the alarming noises coming from above them. laura keeps her voice to a low murmur when she does speak to anyone, hand in her pocket and clutched at that stupid sharp rock like it's really going to help at all. she always was better with a rifle than in hand to hand. ]

Can't sleep? [ she sits, but it somehow doesn't look any less restless than the pacing. ] I'm going to be up a while, I can keep watch. If it helps.