Carolyn edged her way closer to the kitchen, pausing right outside the door as the painful memory of her quarrel with Ivy re-enacted itself in her mind's eye. This was exactly where it had taken place. How long had it been? For all of the contempt she had previously held for Ivy, she now felt only sympathy. As the weeks had stretched by, the chances of her being dead were growing exponentially. Her departure from life would not have been made easy, either, considering the atavistic brutality of those mysterious terrorists.

"You shouldn't be in here." she said quietly, holding the door ajar.

She was a little surprised at how many of them were in the room but was in no mood for making their lives harder. She would not write them up with detentions, but perhaps she would have a word with Balthazar. The man ostensibly valued discipline and breaking Alvarez's rules in this manner was far from disciplined.

"Go back to your dorms, please."