Hannah knelt at her bunk, awake for an unmeasured amount of time. The hours had blurred, her time spent staring at the blank facade of the adjacent wall. Her striking blue eyes, cold icy orbs had been caught in its subtle detail for quite some time now. Her pupils magnified eerily, her irises distorted by the strange enlargement as her eyes studied intently the things that normal eyes failed to see. The slightest surface error, or extrusion afforded her gaze, her vision lingering on such insignificant things as if there were some hidden structure, a code between each random variation in the flat plane of metal. Ever since the insomnia set in, many sleepless nights had been spent like this. With her new eyes, attempting to find the most intricate details in the most unassuming things. It was a sort of hobby. She wasn't sure if she enjoyed it, but the variety in texture and surface enthralled her completely whenever she glimpsed the ever unique imperfections and details.<br/><br/>Her skin glowed healthily, her eyes thankfully not beset by the dark rings that were a common characteristic of people like herself. She guessed she was just lucky. Her hair was still damp, her shower having been a welcome distraction while most still slept fitfully. Sleep always seemed unreachable to her. She could swear an hour or two might have disappeared in a heavy blink of the eye, but she never found sleep where she wanted it. It was disturbingly erratic, and just about enough to prompt her into taking a walk as the early risers began to stir. On her way out her fingers flickered over the screen, dismissing the message without even reading it. The dimly bright text had been more than apparent to her from across the room anyway.<br/><br/>She happily passed under the metal frame as the door slid away for her convenience. Hannah was glad to be out of her quarters, the small single room almost suffocating her just moments ago. Her lack of attachment to any form of unit afforded her a private room. Anyway... It's not like anyone wanted to share a room with 'That freak.' Hannah dismissed that thought with a shake of her head, and took the scenic route to the briefing room, failing to notice that she had not bothered to put on her boots until the cold steel beneath her feet became irritably noticeable. She shook her head again, and simply continued on. She expected to be the first there, so she would have an easy enough time ensuring that her bare feet went unnoticed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>