[i]What a night.[/i]

Carmen had gratefully accepted Little Feather's healing offer, giving her enough energy to find her dorm room and climb into bed. It was now well into the second day and she was just waking up...it was probably about 75% recovery sleep and 25% beauty sleep...[i]you know how it is.[/i] Although a diva, Carmen didn't take long to prepare for the day and soon she was out the door. She noticed the conspicuous absence of her roommate, assuming that she was in the infirmary with most of the others. [i]Hopefully I'll be able to meet her soon[/i], she thought. She sincerely hoped nobody other than the two fighters had been injured from her Inception button, and figured she'd stay low for a bit.

Carmen decided to head up to the Student Center for two reasons: 1) to see if the damage had been repaired, and 2) it was around lunch time, so everyone else would be...[i]not[/i] in the Student Center. Eventually reaching her destination, she immediately noted two things to go with her two reasons: 1) the damage had been repaired, and 2) there was someone in it already...but it didn't look like someone from the night before? Curious, she walked in. A lone male was sitting in the middle of the room, apparently painting. [i]Another artist![/i] she thought. She sat down in the corner, not wanting to disturb the painter, but began playing very softly (almost inaudible to anyone but her) on her trumpet. If the painter wanted to be disturbed, he would let himself talk to her.