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As Creed returned to the table, she accepted her water gratefully and began to take small sips of it. At least for the moment, it appeared that Creed was certainly right: they would have to figure out what to do with themselves for a while, and that was a prospect that scared Delia terribly. All she wanted was to be back in school working on her final papers and preparing for graduation. She was used to academic stress by now; so used to it that she could handle almost anything that anyone threw at her. And she liked that. It gave her stability and, for the first time, it gave her a moderate degree of control over her own life. She was just starting to gain confidence when she'd been taking from that wonderful place where everything was functional and happy and was, very suddenly and with no explanation, thrown into a world of chaos and disorder.
Letting out a long, shaky breah, she looked up at her new acquaintence and tried her best to offer him a little smile. "Thank you for being so kind to me. I'm such a wreck." She took another sip of her water and returned to an earlier topic, one she'd been dwelling on since the beginning of the conversation. "So these theories of yours about why we're here..." her brown eyes were wide and questioning as she asked.