The girl with the hijab kept her distance from me, but she didn’t seem quite as icy as the others. She smiled politely, but the way she fidgeted with her necklace betrayed her nervousness.
Okay, two people catching on could be a coincidence, but three was just getting weird.
That didn’t seem to be the only thing creeping her out… Oh. Ishi was looming behind me like an overzealous security guard.
She pointed at the portrait on the door next to her. Though there wasn’t much detail in any of them, it certainly seemed to depict an orange hijab.
People don’t usually wear the same clothes 24 hours a day, and even those with strange outfits like Ishi or Michi had portraits correct to the last detail… But I guess that would only be useful information if there was a way to tell how old the pictures were. Everything here was so clean, it was impossible to guess an age…
Yusra and I chatted a little more as I worked up the nerve to talk to the others. I wondered how she got into the reserve course, whether it was talent (with a lowercase T) or money or family influence… But it seemed pretty nosy to ask right now!
I mean, it didn’t really matter, right? We were all trapped here just the same.