Allison was starting to get restless. She knew she wanted to thank the Hales for the hospitality - but how, she couldn't work out. She'd spent the morning hovering around other slaves, seeing if there was anything they needed help with, with a lot of others out assessing damages. She'd just left the kitchen, after being told she was in the way and being more harm than good, she decided to head back to the room she was staying in - she'd tried, at least, and maybe she could find Stiles and spend some time with him instead.
Instead, as she turned towards her room, she saw a slave she recognised vaguely standing there, looking confused, and she frowned.
"Um... excuse me." She muttered. "Are you lost? Or looking for someone?"