Eight giggled as she dove back into the ink. Before getting the tank she could produce small trails of ink, but they were little pools compared to the large stream she just made. From outside, Gen could see the quick movement of a rather large fish (actually an octopus) churning the waters from one side of the room to the other.

She missed this. Being able to feel the rush of the ink moving past her body. Doing spins and twirls out of sight. Letting her tentacles glide past.

Once she hits the wall she climbs up a small section that was clinging to it. She jumps out into a spin, a streak of magenta ink following behind her as she begins to move to the other wall. She jumps up again. On the second attempt she twirls back into a human shape, a small spray flying out and coming dangerously close to where Gen is standing. She gives him a wink before diving back into the ink.

A part of home had come back to her.