[center] [h1] [u] Irina Ivanov [/u][/h1]
Lounge to Auditorium - Nikolai [/center]

Irina did nothing to stop Abel from leaving. She had heard the urgency in his voice and had simply stood aside so that he would leave the room. He had a point: people's homes were invaded. Even hers. The only difference was that her mother didn't matter as much to her. She had became a drunk in a matter of years and the roles had switched to where Irina was the parent and her mother was the child. 

Although Irina did desperately want to get out of the facility, she wasn't in a hurry to go back home. This was her chance to leave and start fresh somewhere different, even if it meant having a rough start. 

Her attention had now been drawn to Nikolai who remained in the room with her. She had gotten a bit of a feel of how he felt through out the entire time that Abel was throwing his fit. She was able to catch glimpses or phrases of what he had thought. She heard what he had asked her but she had now become more interested in the random thoughts she would hear that her answer had become a few seconds delayed. "I'll have you know I'm very smart," she smirked as she referred to one of his previous thoughts and returned to answering his question, "it's kind of like when you go to a crowded room and everyone is speaking at once, but thinking is very random so everything you hear makes no sense." She but her lip as she thought of a way to explain her curse. "It's sometimes loud, and some times soft. What is hard is when people talk and I can hear their thoughts. Conversations and thoughts are two different things and it hurts." 

The young woman had found herself peering around the door again, her anxiety only growing more as she thought of people coming out of no where and hurting them while they were alone. "Come. We must go to the auditorium." She gestured for him to follow her as she stepped out into the hall. In an attempt to get him to follow, she brought up one of the few thoughts she had caught on from him, her green eyes looking at bit more sad as she remembered the emotion that was attached to the memory. "You lived in an orphanage in Russia, no? Things are never easy in Russia."

She had turned to walk down the hall. If Nikolai wanted to keep talking to her, he'd had to follow, and she'd be happy to speak to him about anything regarding what she had brought up or the thoughts she had heard. It made her feel horrible to have heard such a deep thought though. No one wanted their intimate thoughts heard.

Irina had found herself standing at the side of the auditorium before she knew it, her feet hesitant to move forward. 

[i]'Wait.... It's quiet.[/i]

Her body slumped down slightly in relief as the muscles relaxed from being so tense. She took a few steps into the door and scanned the room, slightly bracing for the shock of when the voices suddenly came. Nothing. 

[i]'Okay. I can do this. As long as everyone doesn't talk at once or start internally screaming.[/i]

Irina pressed forward to the nearest seat by the door in case she needed to leave. She had seen Abel but chose not to sit near him. If Nikolai decided to go over there then that was fine. Being alone in this room was for the best. She'd sprint out of there the second things got too hectic. Yes. That was the plan. All she needed to do now was to focus on one thing in the room to block out even her own thoughts.