While in her element, it was easy for Korina to get lost in the moment; to disappear from this world into one of her own. All she could focus on and visualize was her book and the bar under her feet. For that reason, she didn't hear or see the invader who now encroached on her privacy. It was only on a sideways glance to the bleachers that she finally spotted the black-clad figure of Dark seated with a black folder in hand. Despite her surprise, Korina did not make any rash movements; she knew better. Last time someone had startled her while she was on the beam, she tripped and fell, leading to her failure to participate in competition thanks to a nasty ankle sprain (Thanks a lot, Jared).<br/><br/>Korina stepped to the edge of the balance beam and gracefully dismounted with her arms spread to maintain her balance. Once safe on solid ground, she turned her attention to Dark. The first thing that came to mind was confronting her about the little incident in Literature class, going off on her for trying to involve herself in her business. But in a split second, she thought better of it. The poor girl had been through enough already. Despite her claims of being okay, Kori knew she wasn't. She could just barely make out the dirt stains on her black clothing from her earlier assault. Dark was the real victim here, the one who'd been stomped into the ground, and as Jared had put it, "the creepy goth chick with no friends." The last thing Kori wanted was to contribute to her victimization.<br/><br/>She approached Dark cautiously, making sure not to startle her. "Umm, Dark," she said in calm and level voice. "What are you doing here? How'd you find me?"