A dark swirl of heavy demands attention when they enter the room, fitting into every nook and cranny, stealing the very light from all others... except one. The energy dissipates around one small figure. Small, but not small. Quiet and energy controlled and it does not need to take up the room. This energy is self-contained. The darkness becomes at the corners of people's eyes, like phantom crows startled into flight. A person, whose darkness it was, splutters but makes no sounds. A fish mouth moving at no one in particular, and taking in no air. No drama today. Frustrated they bow back out. No one but they and the quiet one, is the wiser.