Alois found himself, once again, sitting by himself during chow. It wasn't wholly unusual, his disposition did have a tendency to alienate him from his fellow cadets. Really with the exception of his classmates he couldn't count many people, if anyone else among his friends. It bothered him if only slightly, and he couldn't well be troubled to go out of his way and befriend anyone. This wasn't some camp where you all sat around and tried to warm up to one another, and at the end of the day it didn't much matter how many friends you had; Titans didn't care if you had one friend or a dozen, they were going to eat you all the same. If someone liked him then fine, he'd count them as a friend, but everyone else he simply had no use for. Realizing he was in a bit of a brooding mood he furrowed his brow, scoffing as he scraped the blade of his knife along the table-top and carving out a small 'x'. There were more important things to worry about anyways, like how graduation was looming overhead and placement would begin soon. With his position in the class he could go anywhere, though there was only one place he'd ever dream of putting himself. 

Barely even realizing that someone had joined him, Alois glanced up when he heard a tray shuffle, smiling slightly seeing Ava. Ah, so she had heard of his little antics then? Heh, no surprise she didn't sound approving, but then she rarely did whenever he acted out. In his eyes he was just doing what was right, keeping jerks like those from dragging the good names of his comrades through mud, yet very few people seemed to agree. 

"Oh, that? Someone really liked the sound of their own voice and I didn't, so I made him shut up," Alois explained indifferently, smirking as he waved his knife around, "He was all big, trashing you guys, and I didn't want to listen to it. So all I did was walk up to him, all calm like, and put the knife at his throat, and you should have seen how quick his song changed!" Letting out a laugh the cadet leaned on the table, pointing the knife back at the selfsame group he was discussing, "He went from being all nasty and arrogant to shutting right up, pretty sure I heard him whimper too! A spineless brat like that is never going to make it far, if all it takes is a bit of metal at his neck to make him break." The titans could and would do worse to them, much worse. Needless to say that anyone who backed down over a simple two inch blade was going to have quite a hard time fighting those monsters.

Much as Alois would love to keep on about the other cadets he knew it would only bring more trouble, and likely onto his friends as well as himself. While he couldn't care less what was done to him, whether he was assigned extra duties or excessive training, he wasn't going to drag his friends down with him. He was well aware his unique brand of fun had a tendency to create problems, and he wasn't about to bring those problems onto those around him. Flipping his knife closed, Alois tucked it back into his shirt pocket and gave his head a scratch, letting out a bored yawn before glancing at Ava's food. 

"You know... We're going to be done soon, are you excited...?" he asked, smiling as he reached out and plucked a single corn kernel from her dish, popping it into his mouth, "I can't wait to cut into those damn things myself. I bet by the end of our first week we'll have a higher kill count than any other team out there, you can bet on that. The damn fields are going to be littered with Titans, and it'll all be thanks to us." Alois wasn't quite looking for the bragging rights that came with slaying the most Titans, albeit it did make a great chip to use when arguing with some of these idiots. He just wanted to kill them, whatever accolades or praise that came afterwards was just the icing on the proverbial cake.