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"No I have not," she said earnestly, her voice soft and clear. The old skin showing was around her eyes, and it was glowing softly, thin tendrils of changing light passing around her eyes only to disappear under the black cloth and their place taken by another swirling tendril. Her golden eyes gleamed and pulsed almost unnoticeably due to her nervousness. She looked up at Professor Hank, her gloved fingers twining and dancing with one another. This must be one of the others... She should introduce herself.

"Erm, it is a pleasure to meet you," she bowed her head, hands folded in front of her, "M-My name is Asha..." She glanced up, hesitating then finally standing up straight. "Are... are you alright, though? You... you don't normally scream wh-when... you do that, do you?" She looked up at the ceiling, as if expecting to see some sort of hole or something. She nervously glanced at Professor Hank once more, as if waiting for him to tell her she had said something wrong or insensitive.

But it was curious. This girl looked pretty normal. Well, except... "Oh, are you alright?" her voice was quiet, warm and concerned, "Your cheeks...They're burnt..." One of her black gloved hands moved forwards slight, as if trying to reach out to help.