Who: Shilo and Kurt and then open after they leave her room.
Where: Shilo's room and then hallways.
When: A few days after the Barge stopped going crazy.
Warnings: Maybe some language.
Shilo sat on the floor, slowly cleaning up her bug collection. She'd been in her room nearly three days without communication from anybody. Logically, it was her own fault. After seventeen years of imprisonment, the fact that her door wasn't locked had slipped her mind. In her irritation, Shilo had torn her room apart.
She'd initially been looking for her Blind Mag records and when she couldn't find them, she threw a teenage hissy fit. The plastic that hung around her bed now hung in tatters, most of the plastic on the floor and, the thing she regretted the most, broken her mother's photograph by her bed.
Sighing heavily, Shilo swiped at the tears on her cheeks as she shoved her bugs back up onto her dresser. At least Kurt was coming now and hanging out with Tony had been nice.
Once she righted her bugs, Shilo went to her nightstand, sitting down on her bed and picking up the picture of her mother. "I'm sorry mom... I'll fix it."