Everyone settled in quickly, which was natural for the group. Even Sarah, as socially strange as she was, melted into the relaxing atmosphere that her host was so careful to set up. With an absent member, the group felt incomplete, but they got along fine with just the five of them. They meandered and conversed and snacked for a while, but the topic of conversation eventually drew to their ever-increasing workload.

Sarah frowned. This was the first time that it had occurred to her that they might be overworked. Work was her life. Perhaps she had just been on autopilot the whole time. But some Correctors had school and families and other obligations, and Sarah wasn't quite sure how they were supposed to handle everything. It was a troubling thought, and her gut response was to just stop thinking about it, but for some reason, she couldn't just dismiss her senior's musings.

In the end, when asked for her opinion, she just shook her head in silence. It was far too early for her to draw any conclusions, and as far as the notoriously quiet girl was concerned, there just wasn't any point in saying anything if you weren't sure about what you were saying. She didn't have to wait very long for the subject to change, either. Her phone went off both quietly from her pocket and a bit louder inside her headphones, a catchy jingle from an anime she watched recently. It was time for work again.

[i]Not a great way to start a party, but with this many of us, it shouldn't take long.[/i] She stared hungrily at the pile of sweets in front of them while watching Soshi and the others plug themselves into the DgtWld through their various phones, and as she clipped her visor back onto her headset, shoved a few hard candies into her mouth. She didn't expressly need the visor, but she liked to use it while she was away to hide her eyes while she was using Cnnt. 

It was a unique sensation, like literally being pulled from her body. A sensation like a laser crawling up her body in a solid, unbroken line, and the world fell away when it reached her head. Her senses faded and would come back when she was fully transferred to DgtWld. In every way, she would become Serenade, a being of her own creation, yet not too far from herself. Without opening her eyes, she felt the weight of her clothes shift as her sweater and pants were replaced with a dark skirt and long jacket over a white collared shirt. Belts and pouches for utiliy crossed over her body in several directions, and with a little bit of mental focus, she summoned the weight of her cross-pointed pike in her hands. Serenade could summon smaller one-handed spears, but preferred the weight and versatility of the larger weapon. Normally, she would put the weapon away after running an initial test, but today she was in a bit of a hurry to get back to reality. Her combat style was a physical-type, and within the group, she was always on the front line. She lacked a strong offense like some of the other members, and tended to instead focus on protecting the more vulnerable members from harm. In other words, she needed to be ready to react at a moment's notice.

She opened her eyes and looked around at the familiar sight just in time to hear E.G.'s ominous prediction, and Ice's pithy retort. In her head, she smiled and laughed, but the emotion didn't quite make it to her face, and her stony demeanor remained unchanged.

The group shared their responses and ideas while Serenade tapped her spear on the 'ground' nervously. This body was comfortable for her, and she certainly spent a lot of time in the DgtWld, but being here meant that there was danger, and that they had an obligation. She was eager to get going. Futen seemed relaxed and easy enough, as well as Ice, and Eclipse brought up a possible solution. He seemed partially excited. In a group situation, this positive energy was good. But Serenade herself couldn't help but share Eternal Grace's reservations. In the end, of course, she faced forward with a blank stare, ready for work as always, but she couldn't seem to stop the rolling tides going back and forth in her mind. The downside of trying not to think to hard usually was that when there was something worth thinking about, sometimes you couldn't handle it as easy as other people. She was probably just experiencing that now.

"...Time for talk can come after action," Serenade stated, more for herself than anybody else. "...We won't die. So there will be time."