[ no. she's lifting the shirt of the third to hold it up to him, even though she's fairly certain she's got his size right. yeah. just looking. if he pulls something like he did before though, don might not be so grateful ]

The Nest in 11. Though not in the thick of it, his little hometown was surrounded by trees -- 'twas a most quaint sight, for certain.

[ less quaint with the fear on her seatmate's stricken face, the tremble of his body by hers, the smoke rising past the lush green... shirt goes down, laid to the side as she picks through the others. ]

I rather liked it! Seeing the place where he was raised, I could understand how he'd become the person he was. [ in a way. ] Um, that woman is also from there. Though they are not friends now, they were once classmates, from my understanding.