Trin eventually got up and desided to return to her tent.  She sat down in her bunk and pulled out a small onix case and opened it.  Inside was a silver flute of some type, not of normal make.  As the time wore on she slowly played several disconnected melodies until she settled upon an erie toon that her parrents taught her long ago.  On the quiet moments she would often spend her time like this just to help calm her.