Even though she had been told to make herself at home, Inga couldn’t make herself feel comfortable in the room. She shifted awkwardly in place as the adults in the room began to disperse. The small dog in her arms began squirming uncomfortably again, distracting her from wondering what to do. She made a face and placed him on the floor. “Happy?” She muttered to the pup, patting his round head almost automatically.<br/><br/>She straightened up and crossed her arms, eyes flicking around the room again- only to notice, out of the corner of her eye, a movement on the table. She focused on it, not out of any particular interest but on instinct- and realized that it was a knife, sliding across the table on its own momentum. She watched in muted astonishment as it slid into Niko’s bag. The woman then walked away, hastily grabbing a few more items as she moved with the rest of the group.<br/><br/>For a moment, Inga just stood there in stunned silence. Logically, she knew it wasn’t really that surprising- she’d met people with weirder powers in the last few days, but it still surprised her every time. Part of her remembered her meeting Viktor- she had fallen, hadn’t she? And then she had just sort of… Frozen. In mid air. Maybe Niko had been there, and that was why that had happened. That had to have been it. She didn’t remember her being there, but it was the only solution that Inga wanted to consider. Hastily, she ran out of the room to pursue Niko and the rest of the group, dog trailing behind her.<br/><br/>However, she didn’t exactly just want to demand answers from Niko in front of everybody, especially a bunch of Stalkers she didn’t know, so she ended up just following her to the library. She read the sign and was briefly distracted. Could more of the books she was looking for be in this room? She entered dubiously, eyes scraping the shelves. There were so many books- surely at least one of the books was here. Inga drifted over to the nearest shelf and began pawing through the books that were at her eye level, but was distracted by the dog’s barking. She began to hush it, but then realized it wasn’t at her feet. She looked up and saw it stumbling towards Niko. Hastily, Inga ran over and scooped the dog off the ground and managed to calm him down. She had never been in a library, but quiet always seemed important in the books she had read that had libraries.<br/><br/>Finding herself close to Niko again, Inga stared at her a little uncertainly for a while. Suddenly realizing the woman was probably about to say something to her, since she had obviously been staring at her, she blurted out, “did you move the knife across the table?” It was said quietly, but still loud in the silent library. “Because…” She continued, a little quieter. “I… I was wondering who saved me… when I fell from the tree, and maybe it was you? But…” As she said this, she grew more and more certain Niko hadn’t been there when she had first met most of the group. “But you weren’t there,” she finished, looking away in embarrassment.