[ Ange groans, pinching at the bridge of her nose in an effort to gain some sense of reality. This is getting to be a bit much, even for someone who is relatively used to being flung around space and time.
It is then that she feels the light touch on her shoulder. She can't help but tense up slightly, though her face shows no sign of alarm or discomfort.
She clears her throat. ]
It's—was a graduation ceremony, wasn't it?
[ That is what it looked like to her, unnerving as it all was. At this point Ange is still not quite sure if she should be playing along for the sake of blending in or not, so this seems ambiguous enough. ]
Graduation
It is then that she feels the light touch on her shoulder. She can't help but tense up slightly, though her face shows no sign of alarm or discomfort.
She clears her throat. ]
It's—was a graduation ceremony, wasn't it?
[ That is what it looked like to her, unnerving as it all was. At this point Ange is still not quite sure if she should be playing along for the sake of blending in or not, so this seems ambiguous enough. ]