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[center][h3][i]Day 2, 12:34 PM, Lunchtime[/i][/h3][/center]
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[color=yellow]"Hey, mind if I join you?"[/color]

"H-hi. I'm Gus. Yeah. No. I uh, sorry. By all means, please, feel free." 

Brunhilde had been so taken in by the impressive sight of Gus consuming what she assumed to be fully half of a cow and a small farm's entire yearly crop quota that she almost didn't notice the new girl taking the seat across from her. The new girl appeared to be a skraeling, but her eyes were too Western and her ears too small, which meant... Native American? Brunhilde threw together an extremely fast and rudimentary (yet still accurate) sketch of each of them in the temporary notebook, trying desperately not to laugh at Gus's choking display at the same time. The sketches didn't nearly meet her usual standards, but she had nothing to compare to, and she had put herself in a social situation anyway. It would be polite to not spend five minutes on each person. While she was working on her sketches, Gus managed to stop choking on the whole pig he'd wolfed down and respond.

The new girl broke the very short silence, which Brunhilde greatly appreciated. It saved her the effort of being the forward one for once. [color=yellow]"It's my first day here,"[/color] the dramatically taller girl said. Brunhilde gave her a short wave and a smile before flipping back a page on the temporary notebook to where Emi had written the daily instructions, and she pulled the copy of the first day's log entry out, taking a quick scan of the page before replying, but the new girl beat her to the punch.

[color=yellow]"Have either of you been here long?"[/color]

Brunhilde held up one finger to Saqui, indicating that she was very slightly busy at the second and would be with her momentarily. The diary page, which had a wealth of information including small map sketches, a few tiny pictures of situations she had been in, and diagrams of all sorts, was roughly half of the page, with each individual line taking up roughly 1/6th of an inch and well over four hundred lines of high density descriptive text, dates, and change logs. It took a couple seconds to find the information she needed, as without the familiar weight of the entire diary in her hand, her habits were thrown off. A quick comparison between the copied page and the temporary notebook told her what she needed to know.

It was strange speaking for the first time to a native American who wasn't Inuit. Brunhilde tried to throw away any misconceptions she had before they started up, as Saqui seemed normal enough. [color=8493ca]"Nope. This is my second day here, it seems. I'm Brunhilde, by the way. Nice to meet you both."[/color]

Brunhilde returned to the notebook page with the sketches and clicked her pen a couple times. [color=8493ca]"May I ask your names, years, and elements?" [/color]she asked, twirling the pen a couple of times. Turning her head toward Saqui, she added, [color=8493ca]"I'm a first year air user, myself. If you're new here, I might end up with you in some of my classes."[/color]

It crossed Brunhilde's mind that some people might be a little put-off by the journalist act, and at the first strange look she received, she explanatorily raised the back of her left hand to both Saqui and Gus to reveal the reminder tattoo stating that she had amnesia. A quick tap of the tip of the pen upon the tattooed message and the notebook pages indicated that she had a very, very good reason for writing and drawing things about people she had only just met. It also crossed her mind that if either of them were ill-tempered, then one of them may try to damage the notebook - and it really didn't matter to her at all, as it was a temporary one. She suspected that that Emi girl had the real thing in her possession.

[@FaithsRose][@Zelosse]