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Adenah Collins ([info]fierys) wrote in [info]starlighting,
The large smile was pretty much a good hint to know that Nic wasn't overly mad in anyway about what had happened. Which was good, because Adenah didn't want to be fighting with her. They had to be a team, they had to trust each other. They were supposed to be close. That would happened eventually. For now she was happy just knowing that they weren't going to glare daggers at each other for being in the same room. "Ah, OK. So looks like you're stuck here for a while then, yeah?" they still had to get ready for the preview, and put it on. If she was dealing in refreshments, she was going to be here for a while. Adenah was hoping a good number of people showed up, so if that happened, Nic could be here for a while. At least there was a good reason for being here, and she was sure a bunch of people were going to take advantage of it.

The mention of the cheer-off made her flinch slightly, her shoulders slouching ever so for a moment, before she regained her posture. "I wasn't exactly being the nicest person either, I helped botch things up quite nicely. I'll forgive you if you forgive me." she with a small smile. She knew what it was like to sense something from someone. Especially if you were new to the whole sensing thing. Adenah wasn't even new to it and she had mistaken Mic for someone bad, when she turned out to be the exact opposite. Apparently she was going to have to work on that. Adenah cocked her head to the side for a moment, watching Nic carefully. "Mates?- uhh..friends?" she asked, correcting her own language, she was in the States, sometimes she had to talk like it.

The girlish squeal made her jump slightly, and she took a step back before following Nic with her gaze, all the way to the new girl. Instantly she knew who she was. Not only because she was an Olympic Athlete and her welcome home party had been a huge ordeal, but because this was another member of the team. Another smile was offered. "Alicia." she repeated with a nod, stating that she knew was going to remember the girls name. "All right?" she asked, wanting to know how the girl was. Adenah wasn't sure why Alicia was here, unless it really was just to watch the play, or hang out with Nic, either or sounded about right.

From glancing in the direction that Alicia came in, Adenah could see that Ren and Kaitlyn had bother came. Was this some kind of gathering she didn't even know about? It was clear that Ren was not happy to be here. After her conversation with the girl earlier that day, she didn't know what to think. She felt bad for her, but also wanted her accept who she was. A small frown tugged on her lips, her eyebrows knitting together for a moment. She wondered for a moment if she should go over and talk to her, but instincts were telling her to give the older woman some room, and to not go around her for a bit. There were things she needed to sort out. Pulling her concentration away from the others, she brought her gaze back to Nic and Alicia, replacing her frown of concentration with another smile.


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