"...Yes, Papa, I'll be fine. No, I don't need anything. ...What? No, I'm not lonely. I have a roommate, remember? Yeah, okay, thanks. I'll see you soon. Bye." Brigitte tapped the "end call" button on her phone and sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Papa… He means well, I know he does. It's just that sometimes he gets a little… overbearing, y'know?" She turned to her new roommate, who was, as usual, tapping madly at her phone with a serious expression on her face.

Hana paused her game, setting her phone to the side. "Uh, not really."

Brigitte laughed, that same melodic laughter Hana had been hearing for the past two days. Her stay at Watchpoint had been nothing short of eventful, given that the majority of her waking hours were spent touring the school and meeting various faculty members. School was due to start the next day, and surprisingly, Hana felt fairly comfortable, despite the fact that she was hundreds of kilometers away from home at a boarding school. She was pulled from her musing by Brigitte's voice again.

"Whaddya mean 'not really?' You don't have a dad who constantly checks up on you and asks if you're doing fine despite the fact that you told him you were fine sixteen hours ago?"

"Well," Hana began, "not really."

"Again with the 'not really'? Hana, either you have a dad or you don't, there isn't a 'not really.'"

"That," Hana countered, "is where it gets complicated. See, I'm adopted, right? So I technically do have a dad, but I've never met him. I got another mom instead. Well, two other moms, actually. And they're really the only people I've ever thought of as parents 'cause I've never actually met my bio dad and mom, y'know?"

Brigitte was taken aback. " Three moms?"

"Yeah, Angela and Fareeha have been dating for-" Hana stopped herself after realizing she had been about to say four hundred years - "a while, and Moira's just there 'cause apparently Angie and Ree couldn't raise me on their own."

"Hana Song, you are so much more interesting than you let on." Brigitte checked the analog clock on the nightstand next to their bunk bed. "Oh, we should go to breakfast, yeah?" She skipped over to the door of their room and held it open for Hana. "After you, madame ."

The cafeteria was, as per the usual during breakfast, full of hungry, noisy teenagers who wanted nothing more than to fill their stomachs. Hana filled her tray and chose an empty table close to the exit, waiting for Brigitte to come out of the line and join her. Biting into a roll, she watched other students file in, recognizing close to no one save for the few she had already met. Zarya, a muscular, pink-haired Russian girl, waved her over. "Hana! Sit with us, will you?"

With the timid manner she had adopted since coming to Watchpoint, Hana approached Zarya's table. Brigitte had noticed and was making her way over, and already sitting down were Zarya, Mei, and two other girls engaged in a heated conversation, one with short brown hair and one with red. She set her tray down next to Zarya, with Brigitte on her other side.

The brown-haired girl waved and stuck her hand out for Hana. "Hana, right? Oh, Brig's told us a little 'bout you! Don't worry though, love, nothing bad yet. I'm Lena, by the way. Lena Oxton." Her enthusiasm, Hana noted, could rival Brigitte's, and coupled with her heavy Cockney accent, Lena painted a comical character who radiated what Hana could describe as warmth. Smiling in return, she shook the hand offered to her.

"Yeah, Hana Song, that's me. It's, uh, nice to meet you, Lena."

"Likewise!" Lena turned back to the red-haired girl sitting next to her. "Now, as I was saying, pineapple and pizza make a fine combination, Em!"

Emily shook her head in mock disappointment. "As much as I love you, Lena, your views on pizza toppings are the one thing I absolutely cannot get behind."

"Oi," a voice shouted from another table, "Everyone knows bananas are the best thing t' put on yer pizza, mate!" Jamison Fawkes, more affectionately known as Junkrat, grinned over at their group and winked at Mei, who stuck her tongue out at the Australian boy but had a grin on her face when she turned back around.

Hana laughed along with the rest of their table as Lena and Emily continued their debate, and as breakfast continued, she found herself joining in on the conversation as well. It wasn't until she stood up to place her empty tray in the bin that she realized how much fun she was having. In the moment, she had forgotten she would be starting school soon, and that she had only known her new friends for a couple days. To her, it felt like she had been talking and laughing with them for months or even years.

The din in the cafeteria was beginning to die down, and as students left to relax in their dorms or go out into town for their last day of summer break, Hana noticed a boy wearing a pair of bright green headphones sitting in the back of the room. He sat in front of a computer and what looked like a mini keyboard, occasionally pressing the keys. He would often stop and close his eyes, listening to whatever was coming through his headphones. His skin was a dark brown, about the same shade as Gabriel's, and his dreadlocks were kept in a high ponytail. He wore a sleeveless green shirt and faded blue jeans that, in Hana's opinion, complimented his headphones quite nicely.

"Oi, Hana, whatcha lookin' at, love?" Lena's voice over her shoulder startled her, and she quickly realized she'd been staring at the boy for longer than she thought she had been. The British girl followed her gaze, and she nudged Hana gently. "That guy over there? Hold on a sec." Lena winked conspiratorially and ran off to get his attention.

"Wait, Lena, no-" Hana sighed after realizing the other girl was already out of earshot. Brigitte, who had been standing next to Lena, laughed softly. Hana turned around to say something, but Lena's return with a certain brown-haired boy stopped her.

"Hana, meet Lucio. Lucio Cor- how do you say it?"

"Lucio Correia dos Santos. Nice to meet you. Hana, was it?" He held out his hand, and Hana shook it, nodding. She had started to introduce herself as well when, for the second time in the past minute, she was interrupted by Lena.

"Lucio here, he makes music, like that kinda funky dance music. EDM, I think. Now, I'm not generally into that stuff, but it's pretty good, if you ask me."

Lucio smiled at the shorter girl. "Aw, thanks, Lena. You flatter me." A pause. "Anyway, uh, I got a song to finish, and I assume you ladies have things to do, so I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Totally." Brigitte flashed Lucio a thumbs-up. He grinned and began to make his way back to his table.

"Oh, before I forget. Here," he handed Hana a piece of paper. "That's my SoundCloud. Feel free to take a listen, will ya? It was nice to meet you, Hana."

Angela leaned back in the recliner, Fareeha sitting on the armrest next to her. "It's rather lonely here without Hana, don't you think?"

"Not lonely, or at least I don't think so. Just more quiet," Moira responded, taking a sip of her tea. "Speaking of Hana, have we ever tried to get in touch with her father?"

"Her father? No. I mean, if he left Jin-Ae and Hana to fend for themselves like that, it's probably safe to assume he doesn't want her in his life."

Fareeha nodded her agreement. Why else would he just up and leave them like that?

"Well, it's just… We all know Yeon is an ass, but this seems out of character, even for him. It's been a while since Hana was born, maybe he'll want to see her."

Angela pondered Moira's statement for a moment. "Actually, Moira, that does make sense. It's really the first sensible thing that's come out of your mouth in years," she jabbed. Moira scoffed.

"I'll go find him."

Fareeha held up a hand. Wait. I'll go with you, just because you and the fox don't exactly have the best history. It'll be safer if we both go.

The banshee smirked in response. "Oh, she does care about me after all." She felt Fareeha's withering glare, nonexistent as it was, and shrugged. "Right, right. You're doing this for Hana's sake. Wouldn't want her to come back and find out her dad ate me or whatever."

If Fareeha could, she would have rolled her eyes. We leave tomorrow morning.

Moira nodded curtly and retired to her room in the basement. Angela giggled softly. "I'm glad to see you're warming up to people, 'Ree."

I am not… warming up to her. I am simply going because trouble follows Moira wherever she goes and as much as I do not want to admit it, she is a part of this family now.

"Mhm. You know," Angela continued, wrapping her arms around her partner's metal body, "It's okay to admit you two are developing a friendship."

Oh, piss off.

Angela merely grinned.