Rinne was quietly observing the group as they conversed. Moments like these when she remembered that she is among the first walkers upset her just a little bit. For one thing, it reminded her of her age.
Another thing, it reminded her of the troubles of Midpoint. The portal that opened as a ceiling was a sure sign. Midpoint is a very unstable plane and it takes several people to regulate it.
It's like a time bomb. And only Walkers can save Midpoint.
She did a head count again. She has made a habit of doing head counts since she started mingling with the younger Walkers. She took a good look at each of them and searched her thoughts.
Yes, it was I who welcomed them all to the life of a Walker, I remember now. She thought. They've sure grown. She appeared as different people to them. As a male sometimes, female sometimes. Old to some and young on others. But it was her job. That is, it used to be.
"Carter, Scrubz." She called with her flirty little smile back on her lips. She gave a discreet nod to Nayk, acknowledging that he saw them. "I'm Rinne Tanger. As of the moment that is. I think you all must know something very important.
"Plane jumping is like a congenital disease. A mutation of sorts. But that's just the simplest way to put it. If I have to explain the entire genetic background of Walkers, it'll take several hours. To put it short, Walking keeps us alive. Our bodies are designed to keep adjusting to different surroundings. And this place, Midpoint, it's our home. It's where we can take a needed break from adjusting and readjusting because this dimension does the adjusting on our behalf.
"However, Midpoint is unstable because all the planes are linked here." Rinne paused, wondering if they remember that half of her explanation was already given to them when they awoke their Walker abilities. She hoped they could fill in the blanks themselves of the need to fix Midpoint. She wanted it to come from them.