Page found herself frozen in panic; staring at a pretty, well-tanned face which had been lit by two forest-y green eyes into a look of surprise. She stayed that way for what felt like several lifetimes, as though somebody had hit a pause button on the world, before the girl in front of her coughed politely and awoke Page back to reality.

"Umm... Can I help you?" The girl asked, her expression having changed from surprised to annoyed.

Page blushed a deep pink across her pale face, and cringed internally at her own rambunctiousness. 

"Uh, um, no offense, but why are you here?" Page asked, especially hoping that the answer would fall under a list of actions that didn't involve homicide. The girl didn't look especially murdery to her - on the contrary, she actually appeared quite pleasant aside from being irritated- but there really wasn't much other reason to be down here.

The new girl raised her eyebrow questioningly. 

" My name is Silvia, I'm a new transfer student."

This was weird. Very weird. Page was sent here because there was literally no reason for anyone to care about her. Without the ability to link to the data stream, she was useless at best, and a burden at worst. She had no supervision because nobody had reason to care if she learned at all - why would they? 

She was half convinced the real reason they sent her here was in the hopes that she'd just disappear.

So why would a normal person..?

Page tried to choose her words carefully as she stuttered out her next sentence.

"Student? You were sent.. here? Ar-Are you sure?" She asked in disbelief.

Silvia nodded confidently: "Yep, I followed the instructions exactly. I assume you're my classmate then? Didn't you get a notification?"

"Did.. they not tell you anything about this place? Do you know why you were sent here?" Page asked.

Silvia leaned back against the wall as though she had already explained herself a thousand times before. She was rather short, standing at around five foot two; an entire half-foot shorter than Page. Her clothes were those of a hiker: a green flannel shirt, heavy worn out jeans, and short brown walking boots. Combined with the large backpack sitting on the floor nearby, she had a get-up rather uncommon in cities like this. Her dark hair was long and unruly, enveloping the sides of her face.

"My family comes from a small, rather isolated island. They have most of the major hardware that the cities do, but my parents believe that too much connection to technology corrupts a person. So of course, when we moved here, my family were against me learning through data stream and instead arranged for me to come to this place. I was told there would be another student, but nothing specific about you." 

Silvia glanced around the room, perturbed.

"I was not expecting.. this." She motioned vaguely.

"Is there no one here to supervise us?"

Page glanced down at the floor, entirely unequipped for this conversation. Or any, conversation, really. She had spent most weekdays here after all, entirely by herself. 

"Er, nice to meet you.. I guess? My name is Page. I'm unable to use the data stream. Which is why I didn't get the notification. And no, nobody's here to watch us. Management considers me, at least, useless; so they don't really care what I do as long as I log into the system on time."

Silvia's face brightened at that last part.

"Wait, so there's nobody else here at all? Literally just us two?!"

"Yes?" Page wasn't sure she liked where this might be headed. The last thing she needed was more trouble in her life.

"What do you do for fun around here?"