[h3][color=c92c65]Amaranthe Foreste[/color][/h3][hr][hr]
Ami is unconvinced. Refuses to be convinced, really. She doesn't argue, though, just watches the young man turn and walk through the door with an expression of mild interest. A kid--a bit younger than her brother, she judged at a glance--already bypassed the group altogether to enter. The whole gravity of the dream is pulling her in that direction, and she sees no reason to resist. This is kind of nice, really. For just a bit, she can stop worrying about the future. The surroundings are a little spartan, even for her taste, but other than that it feels like a little vacation.

[color=92278f]“I’m Kathy. Hey.” [/color]

She looks over at Kathy, gives her a brief but friendly nod. Her introduction is similar. [color=c92c65]"Ami. Nice t'meetcha."[/color] Gesturing at the doorway: [color=c92c65]"I'm not sure what the deal is either, but I bet we can find some answers through there. I'm gonna head in, if you guys wanna come with.[/color]" Without waiting for an answer, Ami casually strides in after the other two.

The barracks--she realizes now it could only be one thing--were utilitarian enough that she hadn't thought about her clothes. This new room, though... Well, the dream was good enough not to leave her in her actual sleeping dress, but the outfit she was wearing (stained t-shirt, ratty basketball shorts) was so out of place in these surroundings that she might as well have been standing there in her underwear. Hopefully this dream wasn't about her getting chewed out. 

[color=c92c65]"Uh, thanks. Sir?"[/color] She thought about saluting, then thought she remembered that civilians weren't supposed to. Besides, none of them were actually wearing military uniforms. [color=c92c65]"I'm glad it has a name, but what [i]is[/i] this place?"[/color]