Sarin was in the study, lounging on a loveseat with her knees tucked up near her chest. Projected over the table in front of her was a digital copy of the collected works of Shota Rustavelli, which she flipped through casually, reading and relaxing until somebody needed her. Though a large portion of her training with Shado was to be on point and on edge at all times, a necessary part of their skill set was taking time to depressurize--and there was little more that Sarin loved more than a book to unwind, especially a classic with all of the action and heart and romance to make it perfect. She flipped a page with a flick of her finger and rubbed her neck with her free hand, breathing deeply. After massaging herself for a bit, she opened her eyes and closed down the projection. 

The study was larger than what most people would expect of a traditional study, with a good amount of seating spread around it and a number of the projection tables like the one Sarin was using. It was sound-proofed beyond well, so Sarin had decided it was her favorite place in the entire complex. Though the war room was a close second. She'd spent plenty of time in there as well since moving in with the other initiates and now that she'd calmed herself, perhaps it was time to get back to it. She reached her arms into the air and stretched side to side, observing the shape of her lean body in the reflection off a metal support in the wall. _I've grown sturdy_, noting that her curves seemed to have developed more of an edge since practicing with the League's training tech. She gave her hips a pat and walked out into the hall.

The study was across from Sarin's living quarters, which made her very happy. It meant she could slink over to read without having to worry about dressing herself fully and could curl up with a blanket. This time, however, she returned to her room to gear up rather then just dress. The room was tiny, but efficient. Her bed was raised above shelving that held her regular clothing and to the right of that was a glass case that contained her getup on a mannequin. Across from that was a glass case that allowed her to display her bow and her quiver. To the right of it was a work desk with a series of tools that were secured to the wall, but were easily removed if she decided to work on new arrows. On the wall between her bed and the desk was a poster with a beautiful image of hills and forests from Ossetia, with the region's name written in cyrillic at the bottom. It made Sarin smile whenever she thought of it, but a deep smile with a mixture of feelings, both good and bad, behind it. 

Halfway through gearing up, Sarin heard a shriek from somewhere down the hall. She pulled her top down over her head and rushed out of the room to find out what was wrong. The shriek sounded like Kendra, the girl she'd observed on the bus just before meeting them all for the first time and who she'd took a keen liking for, so she made for her room and opened the door to find the fellow Charles, who called himself The Question there with her. She propped herself up against the door frame and asked **"Is everything alright?"** looking from Kendra to Charles.