Cecilia looked up and took the handkerchief. Luckily, she had been too busy with her internal self-deprecating dialog to notice the dagger. She wiped off the slight water build up happening in her eyes and handed the cloth back to the tan girl. 

"Thanks Adi. I'm sorry, I'm not usually this crazy. It's just been so weird for a few days now. Having to pack, leave momma and poppa behind, finally meeting someone like me and having her be so... so... mad? I just... I don't understand what's happening yet. Do you? Why have so many pilots all together?"

Sisi though the Canadian branch underestimated her comprehension of the situation. "We're sending you to meet more pilots in Japan. Be good, okay." is what her mother had said. She knew they were keeping secrets, but didn't think that kind of good-bye was subtle, even given to an eleven year old. Unbeknownst to her, it wasn't supposed to be. Her mother had been opposed to sending her remaining daughter to pilot for some time now. Sometimes mothers act dangerously to protect their children...