( it had been a long time since heather saw someone new to this world had been composed, it actually made her feel more comfortable around him. given her own arrival had been turbulent, emotions influenced by free food given out, she actually admired that.

she swayed along, silent for now as her eyes watched him and she simply shrugged at his words. although she would normally agree, unbeknownst to him she had been avoiding the others of her age. the paparazzi outside the colosseum had been pestering her, driving her mad with their assumptions she was dating any of the other teens. given her trauma....well that made her feel gross. )

While I agree with you on dancing not being a passion, I uh actually don't mind. This beats some of the other stuff this place has put us through you know?

( or other people have put her through. )