Naomi was just examining her new place when she heard some yelling. Setting her meager belongings, all held together in a duct tape duffel, on the couch in her new living room (she swears just this one room in her suite is bigger than her entire childhood home) Naomi blinked out of existence. She appeared in the room the yelling had come from, finding three of her new....housemates....gathered together in an office. Naomi recognized that one of them was probably the person in charge. Waiting her turn, Naomi leaned against a nearby wall, crossing her arms. She looked down at the running shoes she was wearing as part of her [i]civilian[/i] outfit. The disintegrating soles probably meant she needed to hit up the local salvation army for another pair.