Rahne climbed out slowly, before looking all round her. She hadn't slept very well, arguing with herself until the wee hours of the morning, so she was still a bit fuzzy-headed. She glanced round at the van, then looked up and down the street, then over to her friends. Anywhere but at St. Patrick's itself. Walking over to stand beside Paige and Sofia, she stayed quiet and ducked her head, becoming extremely interested in what looked to be a bit of old chewing-gum that someone had trodden into the footpath.
She couldn't put it off any more. Lifting her head up as Paige mentioned the rebuilding work, she studied the front of the church, trying to be objective about the whole thing and desperately trying to ignore the part of her brain that was beginning to sound more and more like her father. She could do this, she would do this and show Paige that she was very thankful for organising this, and she was fairly certain that she wouldn't burst into flames once she stepped into the church.