Victoria’s eyes had drifted to the window, focusing on the glass while the girls spoke. Penny’s voice draws her back, her head slowly tilting toward the short girl when she asks her question.

“[color=#cdcfd1]How many?[/color]” It takes for a second of thought before she recalls, “[color=#cdcfd1]I’m told somewhere near fifty students this year. There’s a little over a hundred in total.[/color]” Not a large number. Said out loud, it gives some clarity as to just how rare and important the five girls in the room may be.

Another tremor passes through the vessel, this one larger and longer than the last. It’s violent enough to shake the table, and the former threat of spilled drinks will become a reality unless quick action is taken. Victoria reaches to plant her fingers over her own saucer, ensuring it remains firmly planted on the table until the shuddering stops.

When it does, she raises several fingers to touch her left ear, brushing back pale strands of hair to reveal a small earpiece tucked there. Her eyes return to the window, lingering several seconds before the woman rises quietly to her feet. 

“[color=#cdcfd1]Excuse me.[/color]” She requests. She gives no explanation, nor any instruction. Instead she takes a few smooth steps to the cabin door, slipping outside and leaving the five girls to themselves.