<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Karra was a little bit more than annoyed with having been thrown on the floor, but she managed to get over it quickly enough. Nothing was injured but her pride and everyone knew it. Tom came in, walking past the Professor and offered his hand to her, which she took without much hesitation. He apologized to the Professor, but he was looking at Karra with that familiar warm and loving gaze that she had become accustomed to. She, for a brief moment, felt relief flood her at that look. However, it was washed away as he seemed to realize what he was doing and abruptly let go of her hand. Karra did not let the hurt show on her face. <br/><br/>Tom turned to the Professor then and finished explaining the situation. The professor seemed hesitant to believe him, but the evidence was overwhelming. He sat down in an empty seat near by, mumbling out an apology to Karra, but otherwise lost himself to his thoughts. Karra only nodded, silently forgiving him. Tensions were high and she understood it. <br/><br/>She made her way over to where Tom was standing, dutifully taking her place at his side, though she really just wanted to curl up in a ball and let the world take her where it wanted. She wasn't sure if she could actually stand by the promise to herself to not speak first when it came to her and Tom. She shook the thoughts though, choosing to focus on the situation at hand.</div>