Ophelia had been walking down the hall, in no particular rush to anywhere. She never was, simply enjoying the strange amount of freedom that she seemed to have here. Well except the dress code, which she continued to drag through the mud on the daily. But again, no one stopped her. She pauses her walk though, seeing Silas and Daria. She listens in, curious and confused at the interaction. She had never seen one like this before, and in her mind, it was always good to seek understand in things she was ignorant in. Right? Yeah