Don stared.
Standing in front of him, without the black cloth and without the darkness, was Kira. Pod number sixteen. The short-haired girl from the Extraordinary Studio who had been logged off when they left, or who he'd assumed had been logged off.
His mouth opened. Closed.
"You're Water-Colored Nebula," he said.
"Shh." She pressed one finger to her lips, quick and decisive. "Keep your voice down. I'd like to keep that information contained, if you don't mind."
Don recovered enough to punch her lightly on the shoulder. "You absolute menace. Sitting there in pod sixteen looking completely ordinary while you're sitting eighth on the server leaderboard with a hidden class." He shook his head. "Alright, report your stats. All of them. I need to feel better about my life choices."
Kira gave him a look, then relented with the air of someone making a minor concession. "Strength ten, Agility eight, Constitution twelve. And before you ask, Intelligence is five."
