To say Tatiana is tired would be an understatement. She rests when she can, but she feels bad going too long; maybe that doesn't make sense, but none of this does.

She doesn't expect to run into them, and at first she's delighted; a wide grin lights her grimy, battered features as she runs forward, almost heedless of the monsters.

Then her gaze catches on the broken vial, and snaps to Laura, still and strange.

"Oh, no." It's a hoarse whisper as she stumbles to a stop.