Tish frowned sympathetically. She wanted to give Sherry a hug or something, but was afraid to get too close. The further she was away from the temptation of biting into a living being the better, she figured.
“I know what you mean. Sort of.” She gave a slow nod. “Up until arriving in this place solving things was easy.” That was a gross understatement. This place was practically hell on earth whereas home was... California. Her biggest problem each day was picking out her outfit for the day.