Magara let the girl lead the conversation and bring her to the piano. She felt the girls emotions most acutely as she their arms touched. Linn was her name. Magara stood quietly behind the piano listening to Linn chat-up the boy, Feng, then listened to her beautiful woeful melody, all the while feeling the rapid turns in her heart. Magara liked Linn but wondered if she could handle the girl's soaring and dipping emotions. Perhaps the instability was only first-day-of-school jitters. Or perhaps Magara would grow accustomed to them. Magara was [i]very[/i] surprised to feel the sudden stiff cold in her hand. She worried that being around other Titans would bring on a whole new range of unique and unpleasant sensations to detect.

It was just after this thought that Magara felt a sudden terrible pain. The pain was so intense that her knees buckled, she caught herself against the piano. She felt like she was on fire, or like she was about to explode. (She was so wrapped up in the feeling that she did not hear the explosions.) Then as the pain reached it’s peak it suddenly subsided. Magara was confused, and felt a bit light headed, almost as if she were drunk. She had kept her balance throughout the episode, and hoped that no one had noticed her fumble. If she drew attention to herself she risked drawing attention [i]away[/i] from the one who was [i]really[/i] in trouble. She was reassured as several other presences, including Linn, followed the one who had been hurt.

She wondered what had hurt him. They were they not inside a barracks of some sort? It made Magara concerned that this place was not so safe after all. 

So, Magara found herself standing with one hand on the piano with the cutest boy, Feng, and another girl, Stitches, who had introduced herself just before Linn had run off.

“I’m Magara.” She responded quietly. “Linn is finished, I think, It could be your turn...” Stiches felt much differently around the piano that Linn had. It had made Linn sad, while it made Stitches very pleased. Still feeling jittery from the burning-man, Magara wanted to feel something more pleasant. “Unless, you were going to play?” She turned her body from stitches toward the boy, though her eyes never focused on either.

Meanwhile, Carl was enjoying himself and getting to know his teammates. He liked Lenny. This human was affectionate, but would not lend Carl his soda-bottle. Lenny was a good soldier, he left to attend a wounded soldier. Carl had heard the explosions a few rooms away, he had turned his head and given a single warning bark, then returned to the business of foraging. This was not the first time that Carl had been housed in base and forced to wait patiently while the sounds of war raged just outside. All the more reason to find proper food, he might need his strength if he was called into duty. 

Then he met Ming, who was the best. This human gave him the most delicious bologna he had ever tasted. He would sit obediently, or even lay down if she asked it of him in exchange for the meat. Once the first piece was devoured he would wag his tail and implore her for seconds.