When Naida didn't here them fallowing but only chatter she looked around. She was on a balcony of some sorts and by the sheet music and door she could assume this was where the choir used to be. Naida went over to the door and try to turn the handle, locked, all well that was good for her. No chance of anyone getting up here unless they were able to climb and move along with the wall crumbling. She looked down and frowned speaking of how was she going to get down?
Naida shook that off and pulled out her backpack and pulled out her bed roll, it was going to be almost 20 hours before the next message was going to be broadcasted so unless someone dropped in on her she was more then safe, with the door locked and how she got up slowly crumbling. Naida laid on her mat and pulled out some of her dried veggies and fruits she preserved from her tree house. She also pulled out her water bottle full of her tree water which she learned to love.
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