Carolyne blinked at him.

“You- you didn’t hear my speech? I had a whole big dramatic thing going, almost a monologue but not quite?”

Sam looked to Finley with a start, who began moving her hands in motions more jolted than Nisha had seen her move them before. Finley seemed practiced in sign language, before everyone started yelling her movements were fluid and while Nisha could not comprehend the actual words, she could see a confident rhythm in them. Now however they were more choppy, Finley seemed less confident in what she was saying. Or was more flustered. Hard to tell.

When Finley ceased signing Sam sighed, rolling his eyes and gestured wilding around himself.

“You keep ignoring me but I’ve been saying the lighting in here sucks! I can hardly see anything, or read anyone’s lips!”

Nisha braced herself for more yelling from Carolyne (who was starting to strike her as an abrasive person, always ready to fight) but instead she simply sat herself down on the floor placing her head in her hands.

“I’m so tired guys.”

Alex glanced around the room, his eyes lingering for a moment where that girl disappeared before his gaze turned soft. He walked over to Carolyne, kneeling and placed his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged him off, slowly starting to stand again. Nisha frowned to herself as the light touches of a fatigue migraine were starting to appear. All this dying, being around people, jumping at sudden noises was really starting to wear on her. She rubbed at her forehead lightly, hoping the preoccupation with Carolyne would divert prying eyes. The first thing she wanted was to lay in a soft bed, the last thing she wanted was for anyone to pay her any mind. 

As suddenly as the first time, the small room was filled with the thud of shoes hitting the floor, this time much louder than before. When Nisha jumped, she saw the girl again but this time escorted by two women. The taller of the two stood to the right of the girl, and by taller maybe much taller would be a better description? Nisha has always been fairly tall for a woman, she didn’t exactly tower over people but she was over the average height. This woman though, was nearly the tallest person in the room (if James wasn’t so incredibly long she would have him beat). Her hair was a light brown that fell a little bit past her shoulders, and although she was tan she still seemed fairly light skinned. She looked maybe Greek or something? Nisha had never been great at telling Europeans apart. The woman wore a light pink ruffled top and a long skirt, casual but still professional.

The shorter woman, a bit under Nisha’s height was dressed more formally; a nice grey suit with smart looking shoes. Her black hair consisted of braids intricately wrapped into a bun at the back of her head. Everything about her, from her clothing to her posture, was professional and poised. Not a thing was off in her entire appearance. She gave a quick and calculated look around the room and nodded to herself before putting on a charming and unassuming smile. The same kind Alex had.

“Ah, wonderful! I didn’t realize there was so many of you!” She said, stepping forward. Sam and James had jumped again, at the ladies sudden appearance— but less severely as the first time. She turned toward James and he seemed uncomfortable with the sudden attention, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. She started at him for a few moments, and he nodded in periodical beats (as if in conversation). Nisha looked to Sam with a confused look as if to say ‘?????’ He shrugged and shook his head back, his own face saying ‘???????’