[b][center]Silvias Private Quarters[/center][/b]

	[i]”You weren’t a distraction, you were a focal point,”[/i] Silvia thought telepathically to Ailen. [i]"And it wasn't a tease, it was genuine. I don't play with peoples emotions Ailen. That's something Tristan would do. I hoped you thought I wasn't like him. I guess I was wrong. I guess to you I am just like all the others," [/i] she added before closing her mind off to him. 

	To her he wasn’t a distraction or someone to tease, he was a focal point, something she could hold onto when the Talent took over, something that brought her back out of the trance like state she would be sent into when she needed her abilities the most. That state that some Talents had been locked in, after they faced the worst situations, for the rest of their lives. Silvia may have been a powerful talent but it came with its drawbacks, self-injury risked during extreme situations was common and was why so many high level talents kept themselves distanced from others. Not having a focal point made them more vulnerable and for a T-1 that wasn’t acceptable but a T-1 needed another T-1 to be a focal point and they needed to be close. 

	That never happened because they were never stationed together; one per tower, that was how it was. Ailen was unique. Though that had not been what drew Silvia to him. She thought he was different, not coming on to her and with what he had said in the elevator.  Rubbing her hands slightly she shook her head. [i]I guess he isn’t so different from the rest after all,[/i] she thought to herself as she stared at the floor. Sighing deeply she rose from her place and made her way into her bathroom; stripping out of her clothing and taking a quick shower to wash the dirt, grim and blood away. Wrapping a towel around herself she made her way back into her bathroom and changed into a clean uniform; this time not a common uniform meant for hard labor but one befitting a Tower Lead. Looking at herself in the mirror she groaned. “I guess this is what I am now,” she said to herself before turning and walking out of her room and making her way to the Mor after she picked up the crystal drive.

	When she arrived Craig looked over to her he cringed slightly. He didn’t know what happened but he had seen Ailen leave quickly after arriving and now she was dressed as a T-1. Whatever had occurred couldn’t have been good. Silvia said not a word and made her way over to a terminal and began entering in the incident down at the docks; about how the cables had snapped because they were worn, that they hadn’t been replaced because Tristan had not done his job as tower lead, about Ailen getting injured. She left out the rest, not wanting to blemish Ailens record. Leaning back in the seat she opened a com with Earth main and entered the crystal drive into the system.

	“Marx, you there?” Silvia asked as she waited for the monitor to open the com fully.

	“Hey angel! What’s…” he began as he appeared on the monitor and then saw her face. “Silvia… What’s wrong?” he asked concerned when he saw the look on her face.

	“A lot but I need a favor right now,” she said before she uploaded the drive and sent it over to Marx in Earth Tower. Marx took a quick scan over the files when the upload was complete, his eyes widening before nodding and transferring them to a personal drive and pocketing it. 

	“I understand,” he said quickly before deleting the upload. Silvia removed the original drive and pocketed it for when she would contact GTC itself. “Seems a lot has happened. Is there anything else?” he asked, knowing she was holding something back. Silvia wanted to talk to him but now was not the time. Taking a deep breath she shook her head and Marx let it go. He knew she would tell him when the time was right. “Okay Angel, if you need anything let me know.”

	Silvia nodded and ended the com. Craig looked over to her and stepped closer. “Anything I can do for you?” he asked as he moved in front of her.

	“Yes, assign Ailen to the Twins shift for security. You will be working with me,” she said before rising from her place and leaving the Mor without another word. Sighing deeply Craig nodded to her order and went to change the scheduling around, sending a copy of it to Ailens com in his room.