Phoebe turned her head quickly when she realized she was being addressed, a surprised "Eh?" escaping her lips. The girl introduced herself as Katyusha, and asked for Phoebe's name. All Phoebe could do was stare out at her from under her hood, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, on the verge of a nervous breakdown. 

Why? Why was someone trying to talk to her? She had just made it abundantly clear that she wasn't someone to talk to by being all negative.

So why was this girl smiling so comfortingly at her and asking for her name?

Phoebe felt her heart-rate pick up and her face go beet red. She stammered something incomprehensible, her eyes looking everywhere but at Katyusha. She managed to say 'sorry,' turning away quickly to the boy who had just gotten his "toys" destroyed. She observed the exchange without much interest, her thoughts focused on how stupid she was and on Katyusha. Phoebe realized that she recognized the girl -- an actress and a singer, if her memory served her right. 

She had wanted to answer Katyusha properly and talk to her -- she still did. Why did she have to be so... like herself?

As she continued to fidget nervously, lost in her thoughts, a Spartan held a pistol out to her. She simply stared at it,entirely unsure of what to do. He lost his patience relatively quickly, and grabbed her left hand, causing her to drop her snack. He placed the pistol in her palm and continued on his way. She looked at it apprehensively, having never held a gun before in her life. Around her, many of the other children seemed completely comfortable with guns in their hands, easily checking and prepping them as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

And she just stood there, keeping her finger as far away from the trigger as possible, terrified that she'd shoot someone by accident. 

The girl glanced over at Katyusha. She really wanted to talk to her. Maybe she could be a little selfish, just this once...

Her cheeks went red again, and she bit her lip nervously, in anticipation of what she was about to do. She stepped over to Katyusha to face her, but kept her eyes off to the side.

"I, um, I'm... My n-name's Phoebe..." she managed to say quietly. She wilted a bit, scared that the other girl would simply ignore her, on account of how pathetic she'd been.

It was then that another girl pushed through a pair of men blocking the door, before urging the children to follow her. While she sort of seemed like she knew what she was doing, Phoebe thought it might've been a better idea to stick with the trained soldiers.

Her eyes darted back towards Katyusha before shifting to the ground just as quickly. She fought back tears for what felt like the dozenth time that day. Too much was happening too quickly, and it all just left her confused, scared, and hesitant. Her left arm hung shakily at her side, her hand loosely wrapped around the pistol.