"watcha doin'?" Catnip asked curiously. Tenny hurried to hide the bracelet, but it slipped back down her arm. It was a short chain of some kind fitted with little dangling rings from which hung tiny figures. Tenny shuffled them around nervously and Catnip found it insteresting how all that loose metal didn't even clink.
"Nothing..." Tenny mumbled, "I should get back to work..." Tenny stood and without looking back, hurried off to the other end of the yard. Despite stating that she wanted to get back to work, she simply settled in and glanced at the others now and again while toying with her little bracelet. Even in her long coat, she shivered like someone wracked with sickness. Catnip wanted to go ask her what was wrong, insist that Tenny share with her. Catnip could be trusted, she wouldn't judge or make light of Tenny's... Whatever it was.
Felicia reached a hand out and took Catnip by the shoulder. "Don't mind her Nip. Tennyson's had a hard life after the Cataclysm. Lost her husband to screamers north of Reno. Poor woman. I suppose the noise those things make reminds her of that night."
Catnip noticed people silently nodding their understanding. They'd all lost someone. Several someone's in some cases. L wasnt moving at all, just staring after the small lady in the too large coat.