IC: "That's dumb." 

A girl was standing in the middle of the hall in front of Alistair's group, staring at the ceiling intently, the delicate curve of her neck interrupted by the collar of a trenchcoat that looked like it had been through several hurricanes, a forest fire, and was one size too big.

"Well-worn" would be the kindest way of putting it. A "Goodwill wannabe" was probably more apt. The sword peeking from the edge of her coat didn't look much better.

Kiora looked down and held the bridge of her nose, doing her best to ignore the ever increasing number of people and weapons around her. Especially the weapons.

She bit her lower lip before starting to whisper something about arches to herself, clearing trying to focus on something other than the sword on the boy who had just jostled by her.