Orabelle was almost pulled back at the way he spoke about her. Though she was curious as how she 'used him' what does that mean? Surely he does not mean it in a literal sense, right? She couldn't have anticipated his change of mood over the subject. Must be something he really did not want to visit.
She gave a nod, playing with her own fingers nervously. The heavy feeling was unrest was still thick, and she wondered why it was so. She shuddered slightly goosebumps rising along her arms. These two days were certainly packed with events. She unconsciously slipped her hand over her hip, now covered with jeans, rubbing over where she was bruised from that man before. Another shudder went through her, she hadn't quite thought of that event much when it was over, probably Dane had something to do with it.
She picked her bottle opened the lid, and took a sip. The cool water soothed some of her tensed nerves. She pushed the stereo button on, then smiled when it was a song she had heard a few times before. She didn't know who the singer was, but the lyrics were funny -in her opinion. So she sang along. Almost forgot that she hadn't song in more than a month. She let the music roll into her head, and out her mouth.
'50 ways to say goodbye' -Train.
'my heart is paralyzed, my head was over-sized, I'll take the highroad like I should... you said its meant to be, that its not you its me you're leaving now for my own good, that's cool but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say, she went down in an airplane, drowned in her hot tub, danced to death at an east-side night club, help me help me I'm all out of lies, in ways to say you died.."
Her voice was husky at some point, but quite soft and melodic in another. All sirens had good vocals it was has to do with their sonic receptors from being under the water and communicating that way.