Entrapped in a circle of cars and humans, Quin laid lifelessly in the middle. Her eyes stared blankly at her surroundings as if the scene had gradually dulled in its uniqueness. Her stomach no longer burned with rage and neither did her injuries hurt, but there was something inside of her that made her uncomfortable. However, she couldn't let this group of humans know her weakness, or else something worse would happen to her.
What was worse than being kept captive by your prey? Quin did not know but she had no desire to find out.
The teams were split into groups. A clipboard was shared between all groups and slowly, it was filled to the brim with observations. Even the most useless of observations, such as she rolled 5 times while she was asleep, was looked on with careful inspection. There was no useless data, just careless people.
