Chapter 12Dakota stood in front of a group of people. Her hands were poised on a pulpit, her dark sleeves rolled up to her elbows, so that the shape of a key tattoo was visible on her forearm. Her curls were tamed back in a ponytail and her lips were slightly darker due to lipstick. The crowd in front of her was grouped together by tables, and most of them had a colour coordinated shirt or bandana on a sleeve. A table filled with green-shirted and sashed people was closest to Felicity at the door. She noted a sign on their table folded back against green construction paper, labelling them the Hot Rockets. She recognized a handful of them from a few Grad Department functions; everyone on their team was an environmental scientist. After surveying the array of colours and groups, Felicity spo
