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	Odell, in his approach, watched the redhead quickly become more and more anxious as he and other students encroached upon the booth. She played it cool with courtesy and smiles, but Dunkirk—and likely the rest of the 'audience' of sorts—found her agitation and paranoia apparent in the cadence of her timorous voice. A photographer similarly came to the booth, and just as Odell approached, the rep interjected before any picture-taking—[b]"But first, let me give you and this other chap a handout!"[/b] [b]"Greetings! Take a pamphlet and come to our opening meeting tomorrow evening!"[/b]—and another handout was quickly in sight. He tucked away the LGBT group's pamphlet with the other ones in his bag and grabbed Night Garden's with his free hand.

	[color=82ca9d][i]Those plans seem a[/i] little [i]impromptu...[/i][/color] Odell reasoned that the club rep was really just trying to salvage some sanity where it was not truly threatened. Her flustration was so brutally obvious in her quivering manner that he nearly pitied her plight, but he said nothing and did nothing and preferred to give her more space by drawing attention away from her anxiety. As Odell read the handout scrutinously, he mouthed its words on his lips, voice below a breath, and piped up with some offhand, perhaps pedantic commentary. Indeed, something was suspect about the club, and in the back of his mind, Odell wondered if he was really just joining some kind of cult. [color=82ca9d][b]"People of the Night sounds a little ominous, don't you think?"[/b][/color]

	Something was off, but Odell couldn't, for the life of him, pick apart what it was. He inspected the paper closer and asked, [color=82ca9d][b]"What sort of activities do you guys do?[/b][/color]