Alana decides that shes had quite enough of the Tiger's impatience. "You know, if you keep pacing like that I might go for more food." She smirks. "Why don't you just ask nicely and I will come play with you?" She stands and takes her tray to the trash bin. Watching the Tiger try to unnerve her gave her just the push she needed to focus, just like when she was competing. She wasn't about to let this teenager throw off her concentration. [i]"[color=007236]remember, Dear, you have been through worse.[/color]"[/i] Alana had already gone through the guilt and remorse of knowing that her actions that fateful night had taken lives. She had been through the trial: stone-faced and unmoving, because when it came down to it, she [i]didn't care.[/i] Alana just wanted her freedom back, a new kind of freedom than she had before. "[color=007236][i]If this kid thinks he can get in my way, hes DEAD WRONG."[/i][/color] She jogs over to the Tiger, clasping him firmly on the shoulder. "Let's go, Kitten."