Everyone she knew had made it to breakfast safely, but the news of more deaths and disappearances during the night awaited her on the bulletin board. Even vaguely familiar names--names to which she'd attached no real significance--were a little sobering to Soma. It had to be the reason she was feeling a little lightheaded as she glanced around the Sun Room.

There weren't many people here when she'd arrived, and Lingormr was easy to spot. Soma offered her usual small smile as she approached him, inclining her head slightly. She hadn't seen anything unusual on the bulletin today--perhaps that was a sign that last Nightshift had gone better for him than the one before. It was difficult to imagine actively antagonizing Kratos, anyway.

"Good morning," she said, sitting down next to him. "How did everything go?"