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[color=8493ca]Shuko Toma[/color][/center]

It was like stepping through a door and being hit in the face with a raging blizzard.  As soon as Shuko addressed the strange boy, she found herself reeling before an onslaught of words, coming in almost too fast and too close to react.  She flinched away slightly as his arm came crashing around behind her like a wave, but failed to get away, and could only stand there, desperately uncomfortable, as she tried to get a word in amidst the storm of syllables now flooding around her.

[color=8493ca]"Right-"[/color]

[color=8493ca]"Wait-"[/color]

[color=8493ca]"But-"[/color]

It wasn't just the social side of things that got to her.  Anyone would have been a little taken aback by such a motor-mouth, but Shuko also had to deal with her mind constantly picking up on the volume of his words, the total number of syllables he'd uttered, how many syllables each word contained and how many times each word showed up and on top of that all he was touching her and she didn't know whether it would be rude to throw him off.  Her breathing had sped up, and her pulse was pounding like she was running from a pack of lions, the stress building up until her mind tried to cope the only way she knew how.

She surrendered.  

Let his words flow, and simply [i]listened[/i], letting her thoughts and concerns drop away as she focused on what he was actually saying.  It was easier this way, forgetting about herself and simply focusing on what was in front of her, like stepping out of the world and into a kind of trance.

When he finally stopped, and silence yawned between them, she found herself feeling oddly relaxed.  Everything that had been on her mind before had simply been blown away by his crazy monologue, leaving her dizzy but serene.  She breathed out, and with that breath much of her earlier tension drained right out of her.

[color=8493ca]"I'm a mathematician."[/color]

It was unusual.  She wasn't picking the words, or concentrating on the tone she tried to project them in.  She just let them come, a gentle stream flowing straight from her mind to her lips and then out into the air.

[color=8493ca]"That's my Quirk.  I measure things around me as set values, and then do the math in my head to figure out anything I can't see."[/color]  She gestured at him.  [color=8493ca]"Like you.  I can see your height and the span of your shoulders, and from that I can get things like your weight, your center of mass, the general proportions of your body structure..."[/color]  A great deal more, in fact, but she caught herself.  [color=8493ca]"... you get the idea."[/color]

Just like that, a little tension had returned, her shoulders going up just a few millimeters from where they had been and staying there.  The little worries waiting at the back of her mind came creeping back, drawing her attention to a rather more obvious number.

[color=8493ca]"There are only two of us."[/color] She paused. Who was free? Her plan had been to grab one or two other people and then rescue the chubby kid, but it looked like he'd been picked up by the devil of all people.

She looked back at the boy next to her.  [color=8493ca]"I don't see anyone else without a group.  Maybe the plant girl?"[/color]  Whatever her name was.  Speaking of which... [color=8493ca]"You never gave me your name."[/color]

[@McFazzer]