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Chronos had been very pleased when they had found Libra; she had even hugged her out of sheer joy. However, as Serenade, she did not know Giselle that well, not as well as Elke or even Hero (and that would probably include Aurelia, right?) did. There was some form of awkwardness she felt, even though Giselle was a zodiac and she was therefore her princess. But she didn't even know why she was their princess.

Everything was so strange, and Serenade was huddled in a corner, trying to make sense of it all. Who was this voice in her head that appeared and vanished mysteriously? She had tried calling out to it and had no answer; she had talked to it before, hadn't she? It was just that she never had enough time to actually ask it more information; she was more focused on trying to save someone.

Which came the question, how many times did they have to go out and fight off zombies before the voice came and she could find the rest?

"Hello." said Giselle, with the kind of curt efficiency that made the word seem more like a fact than a greeting. "Thank you for..."

She sought a term, fruitlessly.

"...That."

A pause.

"It was quite kind of you." she added, fishing around the Petrova Compendium Of Conversational Prowess.**

Giselle was not sure how to treat Serenade, who Elke had informed her was the 'Princess' from the other night. Princess Chronos, the princess who, for all intents and purposes, Giselle was now in service of. It was a small price to pay for life, however, this made Serenade, the green haired slip of a girl in front of her, Giselle's superior. She wasn't sure how to handle that. In the past, her superiors had all been older than her, or at least taller than her. But Serenade's authority was something that she couldn't question, something completely absolute, and more than that, she owed Serenade a favour for the life she had been granted despite almost eating Elke. She would serve under her as capably as possible, but she didn't even know what Serenade was like, whether she had control to balance her power, or whether she was a Robespierre waiting to happen. And no matter what she was, Giselle would still be obliged to, and would, serve her.

All this put together made for one alarming fact that she couldn't escape from. The first person Giselle was ever consciously intimidated by was a small, green haired underclassman. And it was eating Giselle up inside.

**It was a slim volume, indeed.

Okay this was more awkward than it should be. "Guys," said Elke, looking between them with a dumbfounded look. "Guys. We have shared a group hug. We are clearly friends now, please do not be all awkward." She pronounced the word like it was something extraordinarily foul, like saying <********> in a church. Or in front of your parents. Both incidences would be incredibly bad.

"Anyway," she said, heading off another awkward silence, "I think we should play a getting-to-know-you game because all my nail polish got burnt up in the fire and I checked and hid all the history books so Giselle can't lecture us so let's do something fun, okay?"

Giselle would never think to look under the desk Elke had just been sitting on.

Never.

Serenade had always been a little awkward in front of people she didn't know well; sometimes she just had no idea how to continue the conversation. She wasn't as talkative as Elke was, but tried her best when people did talk to her. But this was Libra, but it was also Giselle.

"What game?" She asked, looking rather interested. It would be fun right? It would certainly take her mind off the fact that she had hurt people as Chronos. That had still honestly bugged her, even though they were trying to kill her.

Giselle chimed in quickly, partially because she was annoyed that Elke would insult Mr. Becker (he graduated from Oxford), and partially because this was the second history jibe in a row, saying "Never have I ever insulted my history teacher!" Not like Mr. Becker was around anymore, what with the teachers all mysteriously vanishing. Not like that wasn't shady and suspicious. But she had to draw the line somewhere.

Her ten fingers were defiantly up in the air as she asked "Is that right? I don't know the historical precedent for this game."

Elke gasped, staring at Giselle's ten upright fingers. "You have fallen asleep in one of his lectures," she breathed, her expression all over shock. And awe. She put down one finger, though, at the insulting her history teacher. More than once Elke had resentfully called him a meanie butthead, which was definitely an insult, just not the kind you expected a high school girl to use.

She dropped her ring finger, too, when Serenade said that she'd never felt good about hitting a zombie. Elke didn't feel good about hitting a zombie, but she had felt a tiny bit vindicated when Chronos smacked Fallon over the head. After all, Fallon had just bitten Virgo by proxy.

(Her shoulder still hurt. It looked gross, too. Luckily no one seemed to notice the stain on her cardigan.)

"You're both doing fine, but Giselle, 'less you've fallen asleep in one of his lectures, you gotta drop a finger. Also I have never..." She tried to think of something everyone else had done that she hadn't. Couldn't be social, because Elke socialized with everyone. "Never have I ever celebrated Thanksgiving," she finished triumphantly. It was even true.

Serenade dropped a finger as Elke spoke; she did remember when they had been talking about Thanksgiving back when many of their classmates had started dropping like flies. Then again, Giselle put down a finger, and she looked utterly confused. "So uh...I don't put down a finger if I fell asleep in one of Mr Becker's lectures?" She looked embarrassed at this. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at playing this game."

She put down a finger when Giselle spoke, well, at least she hoped that was right. She hadn't even played that game before. "Uh. Never have I ever not played Chopin's Nocturnes." Even when she couldn't access a piano in their current situation, it was evident that she still thought of it.

Honestly, Serenade was worried about how bad her piano playing would get when they managed to get out of here.

Giselle knew it was cheap and shot her a Look, the kind of Look that one normally only perfected after ten years of teaching rowdy sixth graders, but had fortunately been bred into Giselle at a young age. However, she still put a finger down, and another down for Serenade's question (which was somewhat irksome, as Giselle had always wanted to be musical- she simply couldn't). There were rules, after all.

That was a whole five fingers out now, and Giselle, one hand balled up somewhat tensely into a fist, said "Never have I ever kissed a boy I wasn't related to."

She was halfway to losing, and she knew Elke would have to put a finger down for this one.