Chris had been one of the many people who had dashed towards their rooms when the sirens had gone off but thanks to her super speed she had been one of the first to reach her room. With well-practiced finesse Chris quickly got changed into her own more practical clothing, but making sure not to wear the shirt and jeans she had done in the training, before diving back out of her room just in time for everyone else to arrive. After a few ungraceful hops down the down living quarter corridors retying her shoes Chris pelted back down the corridor either sliding through the crowd or weaving through the stragglers.

It was a few minutes later that Chris found herself in the Atrium along with, to her discomfort and worry, a very large number of other recruits being pulled into the throng of loudly chattering people Chris started to worry that if this many recruits suddenly showed up at once wouldn’t that force the captors to try and kill off some of the hostages. Her stomach churned with nerves under the pressure of all these people around her, the air nearly crackled with energy or quite possibly from another recruit nearby. Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, despite knowing from experience it never worked before a mission, she prayed that whoever would be calling the shots for this mission had a plan.

“No, no. Can’t, nope.” Chris thought aloud. 

Of course her luck had guaranteed that she was stuck right in the middle of the throng of people in the Atrium and squished between a few other recruits as they babbled excitedly with each other. With an excessive number of “pardon” and “excuse me”s Chris managed to push her way back out of the crowd and the Atrium, she could always jump back in near the back when they began the briefing, to the large open hallway.

Lean back against the wall beside the wide open doors Chris took a few deep lungfuls of the cool fresh air grateful to be out of that stuff room. As she stood there, getting a few odd looks from the other recruits that ran past her, she spotted another recruit who looked fairly lost if the look on their face was anything to go by.

“Hey there.” Chris pushed herself off the wall and walked with a friendly smile towards the…person. A flicker of a frown passed over her face as Chris once again tried, and failed, to decide on the sex of the person before her. “Are you okay? You look a little bit lost.”