<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">What little bit of relaxing she had managed evaporated with being called a battery, a tightening of the tender flesh around her eyes expressing what her tongue would not. Yes, she knew well that she could share vitality with others - knew that in crucibles it was a necessity. She did not like being called a battery though. Nor did she particularly like the attitude of the wisp.<br/><br/>Setting the coffee cup back onto the small table and pushing the barely touched sandwich back, her attention turned to rolling up the meditation mat Nina had brought her. “Thank you Miss Cho but I vant to go rest now.” With the knowledge that she had been placed in a group bouncing around in her mind and having now met two that she would have to work with, she needed time to herself. Gary she could deal with - the constant flirting was easy enough to ignore. But other? That was a completely different story.<br/><br/>Easing past Nina and Gary, the petite Russian headed for the door out of the nursery, tiny fingers tightening around the rolled up mat. If worse came to worse, she could always request a transfer out of the crucible and to be allowed to work alone.</span></span></div>