[center] [h1][u][color=ed145b]Irina Ivanov[/color][/u][/h1] [/center]

Irina had been on the verge of slapping the Russian guy in front of her but another young man intervened when she least expected. She stared at the taller of the two and listened to the on-going conversation of them trying to figure out where they were and how they came to be, as well as why they were there. 

The dark haired girl stood there as she listened to the tall guy that stated he was American and gasped once it clicked in her head what he was getting at. She acknowledged that the appearing guy had said he was from Russia, but she chose to remain quiet about that.

"[color=ed145b]Um. American?"[/color] she spoke to the tall guy again, not having gotten his name before. "[color=ed145b]"What if that is not true for everyone?"[/color] Her accent was quite prominent but her English was fairly well. If she tried, she could probably hide her accent but at the moment, trying to fit in was not in her agenda. Especially if all of these other people had 'powers'. She didn't have powers. She heard her occasional voices, but that was normal wasn't it? Her mother said so. Her mother heard voices as well. Or at least she would tell Irina that she would.

At that moment, she could hear what was going through most, if not all the minds around. 

[i]Confusion. Stress. Anger. Fear. Lack of familiarity.[/i] 

"[color=ed145b]I'm... My name is Irina.[/color]" Trying to help with the lack of familiarity.

Her eye contact broke from the tall guy to begin looking around the hallway they were in. There were others that had, instead of coming over to the sounds of panic, had gone off into the direction to the 'cafeteria'. "[color=ed145b]What if they know something?[/color]" 

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