"Is there no current Prefect? Do we have a Myrmidon to deal with internal matters and bear the burden of the Movement's weight on their shoulders?" Lucia interjected as they played volleyball with the position of Prefect. "Just sayin', I don't know much about you guys yet and here you are asking us all to decide who is an appropriate leader. Is collectivism alive and well here? Are there any experiments going on to speak of? Where are we at now. Maybe that'll help us figure out where to go movin' on out from here. I don't even know if any of you are coterie'd up or if we're all just individualist loners. Word on the street is, I'm not the only new kid on the block, so I'm sure some others would want to know."
She leaned forward, elbows on the table, waiting to hear what would be said.