[center][h2][b][color=f49ac2]Marble[/color][/b][/h2][/center]
[hr][@Duoya][hr]

Frightened. Frightened was the right word. One moment it was quiet, then the next moment it seemed mild chaos happened. Someone was cuddling up next to someone else, someone was smoking, someone had an actual [i]sword[/i], which just seemed completely wild to her. Guns and knives were commonplace. Swords? Strange and unusual. Still, she knew she was panicking by the fact her breaths were short and quick. She took a moment to calm down before steeling herself and turning to the person who had recently awoken and begun taking out... a bunch of waters and some sort of protein snack. She opened her mouth to say something, but a shocked squeak came out of her mouth instead when the person actually [i]smiled and looked at her [/i]before she said something. She quickly looked away, red in the face, a little teary eyed, beyond feeling out of place. 

[color=f49ac2]"Damn you, Debra Thompson." [/color]She muttered in the lightest, quietest voice possible. Debra had been her caseworker after her 'incident'. [color=f49ac2]"This is not better than the girl's home. This is terrifying."[/color] Her eyes shut carefully for a moment as she squashed the beginning of panic once more. Realistically, she was beyond fortunate for the opportunity of education in any form. A girl in her social class didn't often get such a chance. But these people were [i]scary.[/i] Polite, maybe, but that smile was sudden and she would just blame it on the fact she didn't get smiled at too often. She wasn't the type of girl people smiled at. Especially not cute boys. Those [i]never[/i] smiled at her. Be it fear of rumors, or the off-putting stare she had, the kind smile was new and shook her up more than it ought to have.