No, I worry just the right amount. I am very good at worrying, I have it down to a science. It all depends on how much danger you're in, how much I care about you, it's very precise.

[ she grins, and finally steps away from vriska. looking around, she can see that there are others setting up tents, and her expression darkens. this must be where the greys are setting up camp. elena still hates the whole concept of grey team, and would even if vriska weren't on it -- how dare they even think of denying people access to medical attention, or keep them out of rovers, or any of the things they're doing to the poor people on the team? it's not right, and just the thought of it makes elena grind her teeth together.

but vriska doesn't need her anger, and hasn't seemed to particularly want it, so elena forces a smile. it's strained around the edges, but a smile nonetheless. ]

You have to set up your tent, right? Let me help you.