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When the boy spoke, emanating an aura of embarrassment, she chuckled. "[color=ffd700]It's the eyes, mostly. His are a little more silvery, but they're still pretty rainbow. Like an aurora. The hair too. You got a lot going for you.[/color]"

After she released him and vice versa, Jackie grasped the girl's hand and was immediately surprised by just how [i]warm[/i] it was. Not even warm; hot. Real hot, to the point that if Jackie had been a normal person, it would've been really uncomfortable. She thought. She couldn't really tell, but she definitely had a hunch. [i][color=ffd700]I wonder, maybe she has to do with a god of fire? Or a sun god![/color][/i] Either way, she grinned wider, gripping the hand tighter and heating her own up to match it. She inclined her head to the girl, beaming the full force of her smile straight at her. That hesitation between greetings, that sort of calculating stare, had confirmed her suspicions; this was a girl that needed someone to talk to her. She thought back to when she'd first moved in, and across from her had been a son of Phobos. He'd been on his guard, [i]all the time[/i]. This girl kinda reminded Jackie of him.

"[color=ffd700]It's not a big deal. I had plenty of nerves when I first came here, don't worry about it. You'll get used to it![/color]" She was encouraged by Hayley's returning smile. "[color=ffd700]I wanted to meet the other person staying in this room. Honestly, if this is where you're staying, I'm surprised the three of you all made it here in one piece. This place is like a maze when you first get here![/color]"

With a single calculated maneuver, doing her best to ignore the feeling of dread that threatened to blunt her smile—[i][color=ffd700]Yeah, she reminds me of that Phobos kid, alright[/color][/i]—she gave Hayley a brief, affectionate-but-not-overly-so pat on the head. "[color=ffd700]Glowing door's mine if you ever want to talk. No roomies, so privacy I got.[/color]"

While kind and social, Jackie had never been patient. Immediately afterwards, she rapped on the door again, this time a bit harder, mumbling under her breath.