Priere just kept opening and closing drawers furiously, feeling as if the roomer was getting colder and colder by the second. Naturally, the matches just happened to be in the last one, great. Oh well, no use complaining about it, she though as she tossed them towards Meg.

"We're doomed then~" she said jokingly, even though she had to admit that sometimes she did feel that way. "Especially considering what the people are charge are doing right now." IE, nothing useful.