Marina was feeling kind of awkward. She already knew Six, kind of. And of course Ella and Crayton. She felt like she knew Four in a way, she'd known he was one of them. She'd even tried to convince Adelina when she was alive, but it was to no avail. Dwelling on the past would do her no good. And she could hardly think about what happened to her or Hector without feeling like crying. She pushed those thoughts away and plastered on a smile.
"It's nice to meet you." She told Four, nodding. "I figured that you were one of us." And it was nice to be right. And if Nine was around, that was good. That meant there was only Five and Eight left to find.