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[indent] Gazing out at the skies, Haven would have slipped into a melancholic state if it weren't for the conversations in the room distracting her. The big guy took a little too long to respond. His voice was surprisingly gentle. She wasn't sure what she expected, but she guessed it would have went along the lines of brutish and dull. Hell, he even complimented the blonde [i]and[/i] asked how she was. Chivalry hasn't died, yet.

The free spirit a table down began to speak just as the blonde fired back. Haven managed to hear both conversations, with very mixed feelings about them both. She could relate to Libby's words; being free really was a feeling of it's own. She was surprised to hear that Libby didn't bolt from the stadium as soon as she'd been busted. Haven wouldn't have put herself in such a crowded space in the first place, but she would have bolted the moment that screen showed her face. The fact that Libby decided to wait for the agents to come get her made Haven question the girl's motives. Was it the feeling of freedom she craved, or was it the feeling of escape instead?

Meanwhile the blonde was talking herself up. Brooklyn wasn't dull, but she was much more brutish than Brian. Haven couldn't decide if the Yoohoo steak comment was an exaggeration or reality. Maybe the girl had super strength, or maybe it was an empty threat. Haven couldn't blame her for acting tough. Especially if she was up against a big guy and in a room with a criminal minds character, along with all the other strangers.  Then again, if she brought the walls down on everyone here it would give Haven a perfect chance to break out herself.

Haven heard the last minute addition to the room approaching her before she spotted short blonde hair in her peripherals. Her eyes moved from the window to fully face the girl. Her eyes were kind, and the kind of green that reminded Haven of the forest on a sunny day.

[color=#87CEEB]"Hey."[/color] Haven detected the smallest tremor in the girl's voice. There was no doubt that the girl was as wound up with anxiety as Haven had felt boarding the plane this morning. [color=#87CEEB]"I'm Sophia. Mind if I join you?"[/color]

As unsure as she was to add a second name to her growing "list of acquaintances", Haven wasn't going to turn her away. She even felt compelled to give Sophia a small smile, if it helped the girl's nerves. [color=tan]"Sure. I don't mind."[/color] She pushed her backpack to the side of the table, so that it wouldn't take up any table space the girl might want to use.

[color=tan]"I'm Haven. I came in with all of the others today."[/color] She said as she looked back into those evergreen eyes. Something about Sophia made it easy to talk. Besides the normal feelings of paranoia and social anxiety, Haven felt like she'd found another person that she wouldn't have to watch her own back around.

[color=tan]"So... did you volunteer to come here, or were you picked up?"[/color]

She hadn't made this many friends in years. 

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