From the far side of the room, Nana huddled in on herself as she sat in her wheelchair, her big brown eyes darting from one person to the next. Looming protectively behind her was [i]Hideyaki-san[/i], her butler and caretaker, ready to leap at her command. More than that, Nana wanted his familiar presence here, admist the unfamiliar people and sights. She had already had her helmet strapped to her head, and the oddness of wearing it heightened her anxiety.

Nana had asked for a clear view of the monitors, and watched the only person admitted inside so far do acrobatic tricks. Looking down, she found herself running a hand over her knees subconciously, and she quickly clasped her hands against the armrests of her chair to stop herself. She felt Hideyaki-san place a comforting hand on her shoulder, understanding of her plight. 

[center][color=#007777][i][b]Can I do that when I get into the game? 

I want to do that. 

Will this even work for me?

....Do I even remember how to walk...?[/b][/i][/color][/center]

Nana blinked away some tears that began to form in her eyes as her thoughts swam around. She couldn't think of any questions to ask, not ones that she wanted to voice out loud, as they were all too deeply personal. Everything, every hope Nana had, every moment since hearing the news of being admitted into the [i]Echo Game[/i], had been one breathless second after another. Sleepless nights, days filled with melancholy and excitement in equal measure. She fiddled with the wooden [i]omamori[/i] in her hand, a charm for protection. Holding it calmed her racing thoughts, and she took a few deep breaths, wincing in pain when it stretched the skin along her spine. 

Hideyaki-san produced a small bottle of water and a set of pills for her almost out of thin air, and she gulped them both down. She was definitely ready to get into the game, if it meant relief from this life.