[@shylarah]Lya gave Jareth a bright smile. He had said he liked [i]her[/i], not [i]them[/i]. His social awkwardness was growing cuter by the minute. Looking back to Amuné as they walked, she answered, "That was Cain. He's on the assault team. A stone cold killer with no feelings." She said with a hint of disapproval. How could someone with no sense of love or caring be trusted? But it wasn't her place to question Tsitua, not anymore. 

They came to a hallway of doors, behind which were everyone's quarters. A few doors were open. One had music emanating from it, along with a female voice singing along. An apparantly blind man with long whit dread locks and downward angles tattooed on his face walked past, effortlessly moving between the three of them as if he could see. Amuné with see a staggeringly massive amount of energy radiating off him in all directions. He sauntered down the hall and into the musical room with only a towel around his waist. 

"Your rooms are separate, but they're right next to each other. Rooms fifteen and sixteen. They'll open automatically since your DNA is in our system." Lya said, "Let me know if you need  anything." She added, focusing her eyes on Jareth. She reached up and lay a hand on his arm with a smile, then let it slide down to his hand and off as she turned and walked back the way they had come. She looked back once, smiled again, and turned a corner. 

****

Nunque sat in his room. It was in the same hall as everyone else's, but his door was thick and locked with a window. The light was dim, and all the walls were padded and white. White as his clothes. He was carving words in demonic into the back of his hand with one of the fingernails he had ripped off moments ago. The words were near-jibberish, as were the ones he was muttering... until he felt her. 

"Amuné..." he whispered after a sharp gasp. He turned slowly to face the window in his door. She was going to pass by it in a moment, and he wanted to see her eyes. "Big sister..."