<em>~Mila, in Mari's room with Mari, Nicci, Bo, and Marcus~</em><br/><br/>Mila sat wide-eyed as the second knock came on the door.<em>Oh, no,</em>she thought, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth,<em>what now?</em>She wondered if it was Miss Taylor with some news.  Or maybe it was Vince again, saying he'd been pulling their legs, although she rather doubted it was that one.  He was a jokester, but not<em>that</em>much of one.  Or maybe it was the one thing she didn't want it to be: one of the other men saying that they were leaving, too.  She knew it had been only a few hours, but she'd had so much of her dreams pinned to this experiment working, and she could only pray to the Virgin that it wasn't falling apart.<br/><br/>Nicci opened the door, and Mila cringed to see Marcus and Bo standing there... until they spoke.  She closed her eyes and took a breath of relief.  They hadn't come to tell her they were leaving.  No, they had come to say they weren't.  Their act was one of kindness, and it warmed her.  They didn't have to come up and do this, and yet they had.<br/><br/>Mari's suggestion that the men join the party had Mila cringing.  She was dressed in a thin little tank top, nothing she would have chosen for the men to see her in so soon.  She glanced down at herself, blushing a little at how much of her body it revealed.  As surreptitiously as possible, she brought her knees up before her, covering  her chest from their view a bit.  She was happy to see the men, of course, but she just wasn't so sure about the men seeing so much of<em>her.</em><br/><br/>As Marcus came and sat next to her, she smiled broadly at him.  "We said we were going to bed.  We were that obvious, huh, that all of you guys figured out we'd be hanging out together?"  She laughed softly, wrapping her bare arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees.  "I'm a little nervous that Vince's leaving means the project will be canceled, but the girls assure me that's unlikely."