Snippet #2188887

Cobra looked up again as Naomi walked over towards her, asking if she could sit with her. The girl gave a small smile and nodded. Once the girl had seated herself she decided to introduce herself properly. It was always strange for her to talk to people, given that she tried so hard not to become too close to anybody. Because once you were close to somebody they could be torn away so easily. Especially now that all of the teens here were being hunted and only a safe haven away from being tested on, taking chances with emotions that she hardly understood would not be a good idea.

So why was she introducing herself again? Cobra opened her mouth to speak but then closed it, looking down at her plate and blushing a bit. Why was it that she could never talk to anybody without feeling like she should just shut up? Her mind flashed back to all those times in school when she dared to venture out of her shell of apathy and try to make a friend. On one occasion it hadn't been bad, she had even found herself laughing at the silliness of her friend. but that seemed like ages away from where she was now, a prisoner of luxury. She sighed a bit and finished off her egg, setting the knife and fork down gently on the plate, pointed in towards the center.

"I'm Cobra," she said softly, continuing to look at her plate as if it harboured anything interesting. Around them there were continued shouts and frenzied teens eating all sorts of breakfast foods. But for right now, it was nice to pretend that it was just her and Naomi in the little corner, the only sane and peaceful ones here. Cobra bit her lip a bit and looked up to see how and if Naomi would respond to her.