Sally's eyes flickered over to Fred's grave as well, and nodded. "I didn't mean to scare you." Sally's voice sounded off to her. Empty. She was an extreme person, her emotions tended to express themselves in the worst sort of ways. When she was happy, which she usually was, it was quite obvious. The same when she was upset.
Sally shrugged at Angelina's tears. "You're allowed to cry, Coach. There's nothing wrong with it." Though, she was one to talk. She refused to cry in front of anyone except Wayne, and now Harold. Sally shoved her hands deeper in her pockets and looked around. None of these people had deserved to die, and yet they had. And now everyone who had loved them, or knew them, were forced to stay here surrounded by their deaths. Sally bit her lip. That didn't seem fair.