Aria clenched her fist, "Those, I'm gonna...oh, who am I kidding...Jude, you go shoot them for me or something."
"This is not the time, Aria." She turned towards Alaya, "I swear I would've done something. But I'll do something else," she ventured out the broken building. She hasn't been to the place she was going for a long time, even though it was a few minutes walk away. To be honest, Jude wished she had.
The glass of the jars lay on the floor, and Jude's colder heart was melted in there, despite cobwebs and such. She reached towards the tile she knew did something she couldn't tell Aria, and she went into the storeroom of the sweatshop. There wasn't proper food, but she knew the humbugs were here somewhere, and she knew they helped pain often. Her shifts here really helped. Sometimes she'd come here to cry, and today she would've normally, but there was something else to do.
"I'll be a nurse or something. I did CPR in middle school," Aria suggested to Quinn. She could hold stuff. And the bad-girl outside was easily knocked down, and comfort and encouragement were things Aria could give.