As she neared the school's central lounge area, she saw Atticus, duffle slung over his left shoulder, standing with Nasrin, the Afghan student, also bag in hand. She smiled to herself, glad Nasrin was going too. They were quickly becoming friends. Nasrin's eyes glanced sidelong towards Tay, and she smiled slightly. She could hear the echoed shouts coming from hand-to-hand class in the gym, where the other students were learning krav maga pressure points. "Are we all set?" asked Rook. "Let's roll!"