Once the couple were gone, Vera released the breath that she didn't know she had been holding in and run her hand through her hair, frowning when she found that it was shaking.

"But I..." Shoving the thought out of her mind before she could finish it, she placed her hand into her trenchcoat pocket while the other continue griping her backpack strap. Vera gave the interior of the garage another look over, noticing Hitsugaya picking up the cigarette, before moving towards the boxes.

She gave the contents of the boxes a look of disgust and anger; was offering food supposed to make this all fucking better? Vera glanced up towards Grimmer when she heard him speak, giving a soft, whispery sound of agreement as she gave the books, envelope and papers a curious glance. As she turned to survey the area again, she felt her anger grow and it only got worse because there was nothing she could do; the boy was most likely traumatized and that fucking clown freak was probably laughing at them.