BWI had long since given up asking questions about the lounge with the glittery banner, and definitely didn't blink at the antics of the crowd that usually showed up. Generally, they did their best to ignore it all and pretend nothing ever happened.

Which was perfectly fine with Yang, because it meant no one was giving her dirty looks for taking her gauntlets apart and putting them back together, or telling her to get her boots off the furniture, or yelling at her for shooting balls of paper at the wall out of boredom.

If more people didn't start showing up, though, she was going to be So. Bored. It was going to be a shitty training camp if she was the only person there, though dad wouldn't have been so enthused about her getting accepted to it if it sucked.

Whatever. She could sprawl on this couch and play games on her scroll until something more interesting happened, which would hopefully be soon.