She was never cold. Side effect from the change, it had been some time since she felt a chill sneak across across her bones. But now it was forcing her to rub her arms in a helpless attempt at warming. Somehow time had gotten away from her. "Aye, It's a beautiful sight isn't it?" Glancing back at the Archeologist, Livvie smiled warmly. Turning back with her chin tilted up, she glanced to the sky and tried to swallow the bile that rose in her throat. The globe above was mocking her with its fullness, laughing at her lack of control. Tonight it would be only she... and that moon. Hand drifting to her throat out of instinct, she cringed inwardly at the recognition of the missing bottle. Positioning herself between the innuendo and reality she grabbed a last call bottle and walked over.. "Archeologist, I'll send word tomorrow. I have a ... topic, I'd like to go over." For now, she would wait it out. She wasn't even down the stairs when the first wave hit. Her knee buckled and she caught herself on the stone. It was going to be a long night.