Viola had watched in concerned silence, allowing Adam to take the lead in the aid of his friend. She had thought to ask him if there was anything in the girl's medical background that might help explain her sudden collapse, but already the frail form was shifting, the long lashes that outlined very large eyes were fluttering open. She looked disoriented, and perhaps still a little week, but nevertheless lucid in her expression and the words she spoke.
"Where?" Viola inquired softly at the girl's explanation. "Where did you feel that specifically?" Her gaze instinctively shifted to the floor, as did the shallow illumination provided by her flashlight as she turned its beam in carefully organized sweeps of the surrounding area. It was unlikely, but she still thought it best to check if they might see the source of the problem if it had been an external cause.