One thing was for certain: Limbo was more intense than the youth facility. More potential, more buildings, more training, more everything. Half the time, she didn't know what to do with herself. The other half, she pretended to have an idea. It was interesting, though, getting used to the new place, meeting new people, learning about more abilities. After the drama in the network after she'd revealed being only partially limited, Izzy did what she could to not let her energy call be reached whole she was in public spaces. That meant no dancing in the halls, or excessive fidgeting. Really, it was still difficult for her, as so much of her personality and interests were based on movement.
Even so, as the dinner hour wound down, Izzy grabbed some music and a book and headed to the cafeteria. With music pumping through her earbuds, she became immersed in her meal and book. Out of habit, though, she periodically glanced around.
It was during one of these moments that she noticed a young man with a robot making his way into the dining hall. She watched him curiously as he seemed to matter in malcontent to himself. When he popped down at the table with her, she politely pulled out one earbud in case he wanted to talk.
"No problem," she said. When he muttered aloud about the robot, she topped her head, one hand still resting on the page of her book, the other still holding her for in a pile of mashed potatoes. "Are you using a raspberry pie board for it?" She didn't know much about robotics, but she figured if he was muttering, he might be the type to think better aloud, and might benefit from bouncing ideas of someone else.