Rising Sun Valley Crash collision of Jefferson Starships

A-a-a-a-nd Sarah had chosen the wrong question. What had been the odds, huh? She let out a small sigh and now more than ever she sincerely wished that she could express sympathy to her. Be that someone, who tells her that all will be well, that nothing bad could have come to them. She could even share her own story, relate to her. There could be that opportunity to create a special bond and whatnot. But search as she might, her heart was an empty void. Mind understood the mechanics of, what should be done, but there was nothing that could breathe life in it, make it feel real and not rehearsed. 

"Did you ask around the neighbouring packs? Someone might know something," she asked calmly and found that there was nothing really she could say. Luckily, however, they were not far from the cache Sarah was taking her to. "A little bit ahead," she told her, in case the girl had grown tired from the walk.