Tapping her fingers on the armrest, Aurin couldn't keep still. She longed for the adrenaline battling against Grimm and Viruses gave her. But alas, there was to be an awakening. She, along with a few others, were summoned or invited to the lounge to take part or watch the event. She hoped her attire wouldn't scare the newborn too much; she liked her sense of style and no one could tell her otherwise. Sighing, Aurin began shaking her legs, her feet drumming a random beat. "They better be good," she muttered, not realizing that she said it out loud.