Following Scott's example, Ami threw up her shields as well, agreeing, /Yes, she was keeping near the treeline, as far from camp as possible. I'm not sure if she's still there, but at least she seems to have some psychic self-defense mechanisms, but Mara .../ Ami let the thought trail off knowing that she wouldn't have to complete it.

Enough time had passed that the camp was falling into a normal pattern, with somberness and grimness padding beneath it all. Dr. Pierson, Ripley, Carlos and George were working on the raft and small groups were huddled about talking. Ami squeezed Scott's hand and they headed in the direction of Mara's shelter.