She locked herself in the bathroom, an image of Stevens worried face, as she ran inside the temple; appeared in her mind almost like a framed picture.
where are they? I know Steven has them!
-she scavenges through the cabinet-
there they are.
She pulled a bulk box of razor blades out of the cabinet, wondering why humans shave anyways.
She grabbed one and unwrapped the paper, no light reflected off of the edge, it was that sharp.
Her vision gazed over the double sided blade.
She hid the blade in her hand, but in an angle to not cut her. Yet..
She unknowingly made a huge mistake throwing the wrapper in the trash..