Song caught up with Chase at the door and slipped in behind her, moving lightly on bare feet. As inconvenient as it was, she had to admit her curse suited her rather well. She'd always been the 'quiet one'.

Tucked under her arm was a small journal with a pencil tied to it - her current means of communication - but she didn't bother with it just yet. She simply nodded at the others and gave a slight wave before slinking over to sit on the floor with her back against the arm of the couch.