Silent, weightless, invisible feet padded lazily through the halls. The real Alda was curled up on her bed, holding her pillow to her face and apparently dead asleep. In this matterless state, the pain of her bruised jaw and the annoying ache of her stupid gimpy leg didn't bother Alda at all. And neither would people, although that was a smaller added plus. Past a still and thoughtful-looking Tarvas, through a few people's rooms and making a note to [i]maybe[/i] compromise some recruits' privacy at a later time, past...something that looked like a love triangle? Upon seeing one of the people involved, any surprise Alda felt evaporated. 

She decided that she'd wander around and look for Derric. Her intent was to screw with him.