The sleeping girl, who looked much, much too young to be here, introduced herself in a self-important manner that far surpassed her apparent age. Cassandra was a very pretty girl, too, even though her lack of shadow had Erika looking more than twice. Y'know, just to be sure it really wasn't there.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000000">Almost the opposite of me, then,</span></span>Erika thought, instantly taking a liking to the girl. Well behaved<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>adorable? Couldn't be better. Her thoughts were interrupted by the same voice as earlier. She snapped her head back to look at the halfling-elf, whose friend was apparently called Adrien. He, too, very much resembled a human.<span style="color: #000000">"Erika Black,"</span>she told him.<span style="color: #000000">"But don't go making up any funny names. Black is fine."</span><br/><br/>Despite the similarities in hair color, Cassandra and the tan pointy-ear couldn't have been more different to Erika.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000000">Ah, hell.</span></span>The pointy-ear was doing some sort of weird trick.<span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">That cartoonish Grim Reaper, really? Everyone knows he doesn't look like that.</span></span>She rolled her eyes despite the actually impressive illusion and the well-deserved smack to the face the cocky demon had received. Erika had to forcibly stop the smirk that was sneaking across her face, as the seemingly armless demon screamed like he was fresh out of his egg. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be here, after all. Wherever the dark elf was, she could easily avoid attention. Goody. Mental note to stick around him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">"Yeah, me with the blonde hair?"</span>She echoed the other human-looking kid mockingly. Without waiting for any kind of answer, she quickly grabbed hold of the bars running along the ceiling as the train braked, the screech deafening even inside the cars. She exited with the others glumly, shoulders slumped, her hands buried in the pockets of her skirt. Looking at the map, she didn't realize at first why the symbols that should be clearly readable kept jumping about and glitching in different languages. Then her fingers brushed against something round and smooth in her pocket.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000000">Oh.</span></span>Since the only ones she had been paying attention to had been speaking either German, Japanese, or English, she hadn't really noticed that she wasn't wearing her assigned translator bracelet. The rapid French, Chinese, Finnish, and other languages that she was previously unable to understand now turned into the familiar, even sounds of her mother tongue, as did the lettering on the map which no longer flickered between Latin letters, Russian or Japanese, but instead settled as 「今ここです」. She sighed. What good was it, studying languages, if you could just use magic to understand it anyway? Erika groaned inwardly as she read on. Dorm mates with these people? Disgusting boys and their disgusting messes everywhere. At least she wouldn't be the only female to deal with it.<br/><br/>With Hubert leading the way, and the two other boys talking, Erika slowed her pace so that the little girl could keep up with her much shorter legs.<span style="color: #000000">"Dorm mates, huh, Cass? Can I call you Cass?"</span>