Atma had been sitting in his corner as inconspicuous as possible. He saw one girl get up and leave after talking to someone. He saw a red headed girl flick a crumb at someone else to start up a conversation, which Atma considered ingenious.<span style="font-style: italic">You should start talking to people,</span>Jibra'il spoke up from inside of him.<span style="font-style: italic">You will need allies in the days and weeks to come.</span><br/><br/>"Yes I know Jibra'il. I'll work on it. That's why I'm here," Atma whispered quietly. No one would be able to hear him over the noise in the room. He pulled down the scarf so it was only around his shoulders letting his dark locks free. Maybe he would seem more noticeable without the scarf up. He heard a rumbling noise come from his stomach and decided it would be a good idea to go and get some food. A nice sandwich would hit the spot, and some water to go with it.<br/><br/>Atma got his food and a canteen of water that he was told he could keep as he walked back to his table. Halfway back he decided he should start talking to some people so he sat at the same table with the redheaded girl and her friend. He took a seat at their table and said, "Hello."