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"Uh, yeah. Kinda thought, y'know, since I didn't really know any of you, maybe I should tag along, make some friends, right?"

13-5

Bernie smiles right back to hide her nerves.

Inside, she was relieved. At least it might be a chance to get to know someone around here, maybe so she wouldn't be entirely alone.
"Uh, sure, I'm up for heading out. You guys going out now or are we waiting?"

"Uh.....sure."
Bernie rubs the back of her head, and then sets her violin on her desk before walking out to check out the dorms.

M-8

Theo shoots Elanee a smirk as she joins him in murdering an archer.
"Excellent job. You're on good form when you aren't panicking. Stay that way."

Bernie wonders to herself quietly who this Idunna might be (she certainly wasn't here right now) as she quietly takes up her side of the room, unpacking her stuff; books on musical history, compilations of sheet music (whether they were classical or compilations she'd made herself to perform covers) and a few romantic manga for herself, as well as obvious necessities such as clothes, toiletries.

Taking pride of place on her bed for the moment was her violin case, however; a large, pink plastic case, covered in stamps and labelled 'Berenice P.', a birthday gift from her grandmother. Inside was a well-crafted piece of art; Bernie's violin, her pride and joy, her beloved instrument. It wasn't a Stradivarius or something fancy; instruments like that could reach into the millions and, though the Pagtakhans were well-off, they weren't exactly wealthy. Still, it was Bernie's violin, and it had served her well, and in her eyes it wasn't the instrument that made the music, but the performer; the instrument was just the performer's partner. Her tutor had instilled that in her as a child and she'd carried that on ever since.

On her desk, she places down her laptop, a decent machine all things be told, mid-range, decent performance and good enough for what she needed it for (homework, Internet and recording her performances, if she felt like doing some), along with a small photo of her and her family, posing happily at a dinner about two years ago (it was her little sister's birthday, Bernie recalled). Anything to give the place a little touch of home.

"I guess that's fair."
Bernie visibly frowns at that. It's not as if she couldn't see why the guards were there for the two of them, but still, Bernie didn't feel it quite fair.