I walk unseen among these aliens, these organisms that look so much like we Nalatas. What do they do, I wonder? What do they do when they're not in this strange establishment? I see so many varied expressions and actions here. They're fascinating. They have social constructs and norms just like we on Solma do. How unlikely. But I cannot speak to them or feel them; my cover is paramount.<br/><br/>I have been here for a week now, watching and studying her, waiting for an opportunity to strike. She fascinates me. Though our lives were separated by an unfathomable distance, she seems to be so similar to me. Lonely, quiet, unreceptive to outsiders. She lives in exile while surrounded by many. Unnoticed.<br/><br/>And I certainly know what it is to be unnoticed. All those years, cursed by my power of concealment, few of my fellows ever heard the name Atsim Nolamas. I turned to a life of stealth and thievery, but this human girl does not look like she could become a rogue like me. She is young and has decades ahead of her. I feel ashamed to be on this mission- I feel sympathy for her. But I must do what I must do, as ordered.<br/>------<br/>I could practically see an aura of melancholy around her as she entered the school building. I could tell that it was going to be yet another sad day for her in a continuous stream of sad days. I decided to follow her into the building for the final time. Every time I did so, it was another risk; I suspect that some may have been able to get a tiny peek through my mental camouflage. It was only a matter of time before I could be noticed by someone who would make a clamor about it and blow my cover. That day, I needed to make my move and capture her.<br/><br/>I waited and observed, walking throughout the school with her, as she began to reluctantly go through the motions of the day.<br/><br/><br/>[OoC] I'm sorry for the tense shift, but it felt like the best way to describe what's happening inside Atsim's head. Only past tense now ok please don't hurt me [/OoC]