Nami was still worried about her little sister, but after the comfirmations of various staff members, she was eventually assured she would be fine, and so she took off to the Lunch Room, stomach growling like the roar of a train. The past days' events weighed heavily on her mind as a sort of depressant, and she walked with a bit of a slouch, ears down, snout down, shoulders humped, tail flat on the ground.
She got herself a lunch, but choose to take it to her room rather than eat in the cafeteria. Some sort of uproar was going on, not to mention that most of the kids were a lot younger than her and probably wouldn't want to talk anyway. Still slouching, she pushed through the crowd and into the back hall. Slowly, Nami was getting used to the fact that, yes, there truly were others like herself, many, in fact, all in a gathered sort of community hard to comprehend.
A pair of boys ran past her, carrying steaks for some odd reason, almost causing her to drop her platter in the process. She went on. Up a few flights of stairs to her dorm. The place was nice, two beds for two sisters, a full bath with a large tub, good lighting, and a window that gave a panoramic, beautiful view of the Utah desert. At first she was scared of turning on the television, worried that the FBI would be actively conspirating in the news, lying, to have both the public and law enforcement against them, but there was nothing but an old, rustic cartoon.
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