IC: Kiora made sure her collar was up, crossed her arms tightly across her chest and moved quickly toward the auditorium.

Just in time for the goo trap.

One piece of shrapnel cut her cheek before she could react, but that was the last.

All the pent up tension of being in a large group of people was released, her arms falling to her sides. A glob flying at her head incinerated harmlessly, a spin just in time to burn another-

And it was over. Her cheeks burned and she seemed to shrink into herself again, finding the quickest available seat.

OOC:Anyone wanting to interact with her, say she sat next to you.