[center][img]https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/external/xYNz5Y2DKS83pKct9KXUY-PvT56r7LfcBYOL5o7bjPM/https/fontmeme.com/permalink/210424/1aacb67ba4eb5c934f204d6669b28a48.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CornflowerBlue][b]Location:[/b][/color] Metahuman Youth Center [color=CornflowerBlue][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color]Aleen'a ([@baraquiel]), Cecile ([@dreamingflowers])[/center][hr]

Alisa made the decision to tag along with Aleen’a. [color=CornflowerBlue]“I’ll come with!”[/color] She followed closely behind her. After their conversation earlier in the lab, she worried for her friend, and [i]especially[/i] worried about her ability to keep their mission under wraps. Aleen’a was normally a little spacey, but right now she was extra spacey. Plus, it never hurt to stick with a friend in a strange place. Which the center definitely was. As much as Alisa hated to admit it, being around so many strangers made her nervous, especially when she was pretending to be a partially human girl. Last she checked, metahumans didn’t come in the robot variety. So she had to blink. And remembering to blink was [i]hard[/i]. 

As soon as Alisa had finished and attached her new hand- which still felt a bit strange- she had rushed off to her room to get ready. Her first instinct had been to go for pastels and chunky earrings and skirts, but then she realized that she was trying to not be noticed and had gone with a black hoodie and jeans instead. She [i]had[/i] worn her clip-on strawberry earrings, though. They were too awesome to not wear! 

On their way to the cafeteria, Alisa spotted something through a window and had to stop. Was that… an art studio? She unattached from Aleen’a’s side and moved to peer through the glass. It was! They had easels, and the good markers, and was that a pottery kiln? She probably wouldn’t have any time to paint while she was here, but it couldn’t hurt to go inside, could it? She jiggled the door handle. It was locked. A frown crossed her face. Damn. She would come back later. But she had lost Aleen’a! [color=CornflowerBlue][i]Shit![/i][/color] She rushed down the hall to the cafeteria, where she was met with Aleen’a having a conversation.

Alisa went back to standing at Aleen’a’s elbow, entering at the start of their conversation. At Camila’s comment on height, Alisa was met with a twinge of annoyance. She forgot how tiny standing next to Aleen’a made her look. Not that Cecile had called her short, but still. Annoying. 

[color=CornflowerBlue]“Hi! You weren’t talking to me, but I’m Ally. Me and her are friends, we just got here. She [i]is[/i] very tall! It’s nice to meet you.”[/color] Alisa shook Cecile’s hand way too tightly. Damnit. Alisa cringed in embarrassment. She had fucked up the calibration on the new hand. Something to fix later.