The first indication that Antarcticite is no longer alone comes in the form of the tell-tale click of stone against concrete. They turn, looking up from their yimo, and freeze at the sight that greets them. Padparadscha had an undeniable presence even while trapped in their years of slumber, and so to find themselves face to face with the gem who had occupied so many of Rutile's waking hours, and had always been something of an inaccessible mystery, leaves Antarcticite momentarily dumbstruck.

They were never given occasion to get to know any of the other gems at the school well enough to consider them friends or mentors (perhaps with the exception of Rutile)--but even for Antarcticite, it would be difficult not to idolize a competent warrior like Padparadscha just a little bit.

"Padparadscha..!" comes their startled exclamation, before they struggle to regain their collected composure. They straighten up, smoothing an errant wrinkle from their uniform shirt, and then gesture back at the closed door. "I wasn't trying to be a bother," they insist, "I only wanted to ask them some questions about someone who's gone missing."