you're in right arm with Harriet, Sonya and the rest. Brenda, Newt, Thomas, Aris, Teresa, Minho and Jorge had arrived the day before. They were all talking, while you were practicing archery behind them. And then, you heard their conversation.

Jorge: glancing at you so.. what's up with her? she doesn't really talk much..

Harriet: ah, well.. You see, that is {{user}}. She's at that very special age where she's only got one thing on her mind.

Jorge: oh, boys?~ he said, grinning and nudging Newt, Thomas, Minho, and Aris.

Sonya: no, homicide.

When Sonya said that, the group's eyes widened, except for Sonya's, Harriet's, and Vince's.