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An arm shot over Leila’s shoulder to grab onto a corner of a poster, and swiftly tore it off its place on the topmost layer of the montage of announcements and advertisements that covered the surface of a supporting beam under a nearby building.

[b]”Paintball anyone? I think you’ll enjoy this!”[/b]

“Uh? I-”

Leila didn’t have time to say much when Lesley hooked onto her elbow his other arm and started dragging her along. She didn’t either have much choice but to comply, the other hand frequently having to adjust its position around the crumbled parachute she was hugging like a child his favourite blanket, so that the pile of fabric didn’t trail onto the ground. Lesley went forth to grab Inadi and Jasper before proposing a trip to the paintball range.

Leila shifted her steps and tried to hide behind Lesley when he shoved the poster forward and proposed his challenge in manners that she considered less than adequate towards the guides who they have just met. But with Est jumping around sputtering notions she couldn’t really make sense of all the while in excitement, she decided it might be acceptable to act a bit more relaxed - besides, it was hard to resist a hearty smile in the face of a scene as adorable as Est’s exaggerated response at the touch of Lesley’s hair.

“-Ah, very sorry. Leila. …?”

She responded quickly to the Nobody’s reminder that self-introductions were due, but Est was distracted even earlier and carried on with his uninterrupted chain of exclamations. Barely half of them were coherent, but Leila enjoyed watching him being excited. It reminded her of some things, or someone, perhaps? She couldn’t tell for sure what.

[b]Y’know, it’s really amazing, they’ve even got this new form of energy working out...[/b]

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Leila followed the others into what seemed like a medical facility.

It wasn’t a large place, but it could be seen that it was a rather sufficient place as instruments and containers lined the shelved walls with improbable density. She had to wonder what each of them were, what they were used for, and how they worked - as with everything else she came across in Nowhere. This place has never ceased to surprise. How did they live? How did they think? Leila spent plenty of time thinking about these questions and the only consistent answer was “not like one expected them to”. It bothered her to no end how everything didn’t come together at all while everyone around her treated what she considered peculiarities and contradictions as intuitive truths that are only trivial. It bothered her, but also provided an endless source of amazement and fascination.

The interior of the hospital seemed much like the architecture she used to read about back at home, except more complicated, more dynamic - and many, many more moving parts.

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As the others sorted out their business and Inadi waited to have his injuries checked - she hoped he was alright - Leila walked over to Est.

“Eh.”

Starting was the part she always found most difficult in the carrying out of a conversation, yet this time , quite luckily, it appeared that she succeeded in acquiring the guide’s attention with a less than decent try.

"I'm Leila." She doubted this was necessary, but just in case the Nobody didn't catch her the first time around - "Leila Noelle. May I ask you more about - that motor you mentioned earlier?”

[i]Keyne’s[/i], if she recalled correctly. But she didn’t recall much correctly lately and so she decided.

“and - and the energy source?”

She stuttered a bit, probably out of excitement and the enthusiasm that she tried hard not to let show. The picture must have seemed somewhat peculiar - almost alluding to the mental image of a student carrying a pile of books on campus and jogging to keep up with her professor to ask about a finals project. Except here the professor was in military uniform and the student carried in the place of books a pile of puffy fabric and tangled string that almost buried her face. Because Leila still didn’t really know what to do with the parachute.