She never knows what to do with herself after the Shadow World. Normal people must sleep or drink coffee or curl up with friends, but Blake always finds herself wandering through campus like a restless ghost until she exhausts herself enough to lie down. It's well after dark by the time she makes it back to the Swords floor. She heads straight for her room, but stops when she sees Pansy.

Squad 9 is fine, she knows. Blake had paused long enough to learn who'd gotten hurt in the last exploration, but she hadn't really spoken to any of her fellow Swords yet. "Pansy," she calls out softly. Blake must look like a mess; she hasn't even looked into a mirror since leaving the auditorium. She self-consciously smooths down her hair as she approaches Pansy.