Brigit saw a boy looking away from the action, as if it may hurt him. Maybe he was still capable of emotion and feelings. It felt they had died inside Brigit, though she remembered the coldness the touch of Ice girl brought, it was comforting. Comforting to not be labelled a freak, to be among her kind and prospect to learn. She released her hold on Katherin's elbow and got up, walking over to the boy.

She just stood in front of him, blank and expressionless. Somehow, what he was carrying had caught her eyes. This device may help her talk to Katherin. She just stood in front of him, hoping he would take notice. Her eyes never wavering from the tablet he held tightly to his chest.

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