Jace had finally talked Anna into going to get something to eat, his exact words were that she looked like shit... she should eat something. She'd refused to let him go with her though, he hadn't seemed to mind. Actually, the minute he'd seen firey red hair in the distance he'd taken off. Greeting the girl with a playfulness that reminded her of she and Gunner. The girl seemed annoyed, punched him in the arm, and stormed off leaving him to follow laughing. She shook her head, wondering if they were together and kinda pitying the girl to be honest.

She headed towards the cafeteria and heard people murmuring about Guardian Marks and her stomach went into knots but she refused to run away every time she ran into him. So, she headed towards the line and grabbed some breakfast her shift didn't start for a bit anyway. However, she spotted Gunner making the rounds and the way his was walking showed that he was proud of himself. She felt an odd mix of happiness and pride, and bitter anger and sorrow. She shoved it away and piled her tray full... Taking a seat at the table of Guardians who were also grabbing a bite to eat. She sat somewhat at a distance from the rest, her eyes riveted to her plate... refusing to look up in case she found Gunner with her eyes again.

"Really Ross, you're going to mope the whole time you eat just because he's here?"

She nearly jumped out of her skin, "Jace, where the hell did you-" The other Guardians glanced her way and she schooled her features and her tone. "Mr. Szleskie... can I help you?"

He laughed, "That's priceless... No, but I can help you." Ignoring the fact that the table was full of Guardians, Jace sat down next to her anyway.

She went rigid as Guardian eyes glanced her way over the impropriety, "Mr. Szleskie, could we please talk elsewhere... This isn't the best time..."

Jace shrugged, "I'm not worried about it, I've a point to prove. You don't think Marks cares?" He slid his arm around her shoulders and Anna immediately slipped out from under his grasp and walked away to dump her tray. 

"Stop it," she hissed as he waited for her by the cafeteria door when she tried to leave.

"Let the old badgers talk," he stated with amusement.

"You're ruining what little reputation I've built for myself. I have a hard enough time proving myself as it is without you making me look incompitant or unprofessional."