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She'd taken a corner table in the mess hall, where she could keep her back to the wall and observe everyone. It was a waste of resources, she knew, keeping the avatar running, but there was something...new, refreshing, different, about taking human form, and at her age, she needed a little change. Her hand curls almost defensively around her mug of hot cocoa, and her shoulders start to slump as time passes and no one so much as glances her way - being invisible is all well and good, and she realizes that the body language of sitting on her own in the corner doesn't encourage attention, but...it would be nice, if someone were at least curious enough to ask her name...