[center][color=gold][h2]Valeria Silaov[/h2][/color][/center]

[color=gold]“Ken?”[/color] A thoughtful hum emerged from Val, her brows furrowing. She leaned back in her chair, balancing on the back legs far enough that if it wasn’t for her fine control she’d probably have a repeat introduction to the floor. [color=gold]“The rat was very strange. And he was very defensive. Maybe it is because he was as freaked out as we are? Oh!”[/color] She pushed forward once more, landing back on all four legs.

[color=gold]“One of us should tell him. He is probably as disturbed by this as well.”[/color] The athlete nodded decisively, before promptly forgetting her own words as she turned concerned eyes to Kyle and Elysia. Turning her gaze away, Val grabbed her bag and began digging in it. [color=gold]“I think outside drink is not allowed, but we will blind ourselves for this, yes?”[/color] She gave a little wink to Kalama, as the only one at the table who actually worked in Poor Yorick’s. From the Russian’s pack came a bottle of water that she slid towards Elysia, despite the girl having a coffee present.

[color=gold]“Caffeine will make you more anxious. Have water for now, it will keep you hydrated.”[/color] After that came another bottle, this one of over-the-counter pain relief, which she shook two out of before grasping Kyle’s wrist - the same that Caleb had grabbed - and pressing them into his palm. [color=gold]“Here. I do not know if they will help with … all this, but it cannot hurt. Worse. It cannot hurt worse.”[/color]

They were thrown back into her pack. Always useful things in there, being physically inclined. Nothing worse than tripping on a run and limping back home miserable since you didn’t come prepared for a tumble. Which is why she was a little cross at Caleb earlier - she didn’t even get anything for that little scrape off, he didn’t have to hurt himself to prove his remorse!

[color=gold]“I think you are correct, Rowan. I began having the strange dreams after class two weeks ago. Then around all of you today, a strange pull - but not to anyone else, which is strange too. Why only us?”[/color] Valeria shrugged, giving a wide, but sheepish grin that showed her teeth. [color=gold]“I thought at first it was just pull to pretty girls, but, no offense, Rowan and Kyle are not pretty girls. Caleb might be.

“But for now we must calm down. We cannot break down Mr. Mouse’s door - well, between us all we [i]could[/i], but it is very rude. I do not recommend breaking people’s doors. Maybe during office hours?”[/color] There was a pause, before Val stood up abruptly, taking one last long drink of the frankly fantastic latte from Kalama before setting the cup down roughly and grabbing her bag to throw over a shoulder. [color=gold]“No! This is not time for office hours! We will talk to him now and find out what the words meant! But with no door breaking, because that is rude!”[/color]