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Charlotte had yawned and finally gotten to her senses when Tyler had pointed a gun at Ameyle, and Xavier had intercepted, or at least tried, while Demetri made his always-shocking appearance. The still-weary teenager followed and sat with her comrades around Demetri and waited for some confusing and yet annoying speech from this man that was imminent.

“Mr. Maverick, sir,” Ameyle began. “I have a request. Rather than try to answer each question individually, would you start at the beginning? Preferably starting with the odd phenomena plaguing 8-Bit?”

Perfect start. Charlotte couldn't think of anything better to say, so she made herself comfortable and listened. She had noticed that her hearing and other 5 senses (yes, I meant to put 5) had grown increasingly in their sensitivity. As the others gathered round, she kept her ears trained to Demetri and her eyes sweeping around the night club beneath her. The pulsing music made her finger start to tap out the beat, which she thought she recognized as a new hit song on the radio.

People were dancing in the flashing lights, whether they looked like people- boys, girls, men, women- or were strangely shaped, even monster-like, it seemed they all were wearing tech-no-arcade-like outfits. Charlotte glanced down at her knee-high boots and scarf wrapped around her neck, falling past her waist and her military-style shirt with one button now missing. Thank you, Zaghnol. She thought. Also crossing her mind was the fact that she was a little out-of-dress; she had never really cared that she stood out in a crowd.

But now she was part of something.

Something she cared about.

And her mother always taught her to be respectful, and Demetri's answer seemed like something worth her respect. She turned back and watched and listened.