Logan felt a little dizzy just watching her. She seemed to sprint between topics, never really relaxing for even a moment. She was insulted by his comment; he could see it on her face. But she made it even more clear by her snappy comment. Harris asked if she had any questions, and she bolted up from her seat. 

[color=ec008c]"Ooooh boy. Do I have questions mister,”[/color] she said, walking right up to Harris. When she slammed her hands down on the glass table, Logan jumped. He thought the glass might shatter, feeling it shake under his elbows. She seemed pleased with herself, being as obnoxious as she was being. Logan just watched her, as she rattled off her list of questions, calling the man that led her here names. Logan bit his lip, knowing he would be the one to answer her. 

Instead, she demanded to use the bathroom and ran off, her face the color of a bright red apple. Harris was still laughing at her, holding his stomach in pain. Logan didn’t think he’d ever seen the man laugh, at least not this hard. The boy watched his mentor’s face grow red, lines burrowing into themselves at the corner of his mouth. 

[color=0072bc]“Harris, are you sure she’s the right one?”[/color] Logan asked, quietly, so she wouldn’t hear him, if there was any chance she could. The walls were thick, though. He knew this because Harris would tell him about the arguments that took place when new children were brought in. Yet, Logan never heard a thing. Harris told him the walls were insulated to keep the peace, when everyone’s nerves were on edge. The old man stopped laughing, gasping to catch his breath. 

[b]“She’s been through a lot since her shadow was stolen. She’s not stable right now,”[/b] he answered, sniffling and coughing to catch his breath again. [b]“But she’s sturdy, and, like you, she wants to save herself. If she isn’t the one, she will do her best. We are all guessing here, Logan.”[/b] 

Logan simply nodded. No one knew anything for certain in this place. All decisions were made on whims and assumptions. He didn’t like Olivia’s arrhythmic personality; he craved a partner who was more calm. But if Harris though this girl who ran around like a chicken with it’s head cut off was meant to be his partner, then oh well. He would make do.