"There's a place called the Lower Conservatory," Cynthia said, her voice kept low between the clatter of plates and the loose noise of students eating around them. "There are several exhibits there. While I was doing one of the activities Director Selara assigned me, I overheard two workers talking about it."
Trafalgar did not answer immediately.
Cynthia continued, probably taking his quiet as permission. "I checked the map afterward because the name caught my attention. It's close to another place. The Glass Atrium." Her finger traced the edge of her folded assignment paper. "That place interested you last time, didn't it?"
Trafalgar stayed quiet.
'She's been paying that much attention lately?'
It was strange, having someone notice the small things so consistently. Not unpleasant, exactly. Strange. Usually, that level of attention came from people with knives hidden somewhere, political motives, or the irritating habit of calling themselves friends right before causing trouble.
