Something... was off, but Drina just couldn't pinpoint just what. And she was running out of reasons to believe it. Why would anything be amiss? This was a nice church with a likable pastor and a precious little girl by his side. So why was something deep inside of her trying to resist those thoughts? She mentally chastised herself for being so jumpy and paranoid. Because that was the only answer. But she had seen in her many days as an officer that it was often the ones you stopped suspecting that turned around and did something wrong. Not Daniel though. Nor Briony. They were two incredibly trustworthy people. And how sweet was Briony to try and sell the church before the pastor could even try.
"That's always a good thing," Drina smiled again at Briony, her head telling her that everything was just fine while the scents in her nose made her skeptical. Just what was up with that smell? Every time she started to think that it was actually coming from Daniel and Briony, she reminded herself of how pleasant the church was. Whatever the scent was, it wasn't letting her think clearly and she did not like that at all. She liked being in control of herself and her actions -- with the exception of the other night when she had drank so heavily, but there would not always be a Marco to see her home safely. "I will definitely have to remember that," She turned, offering Daniel the same pleasant smile that she had shown to Briony. Uneasiness aside, the prospect of having a completely unbiased ear at her disposal was comforting. Everything that she had been a part of and experienced in the past several months left Drina feeling as though something dark was growing deep down inside. She needed to dig it out and sow the seeds elsewhere or she would be consumed by that darkness -- and she had had so many close calls with that that it made her feel a little sick to her stomach. There were things she needed to share, so maybe someone else could reassure her that she wasn't a bad person. Could Daniel offer that relief?
Marco could -- How could she even know that? Just because she felt comfortable around the other were? How could he possibly understand the things that she had seen; how would he not judge her? Daniel... Daniel was a pastor and... that seemed like the only good reason she had for mentally choosing to open up to him rather than Marco. Her lack of reasons was as unsettling as the smell of sulfur that kept rising in her nostrils. Was there anyway to get rid of that?