She sat alone in the cafeteria, tearing small pieces of the pastry off as she ate. Her mind was elsewhere as it ran over everything and all. Beserkers and All-Mother, France and rivers, caskets and scales. The news of Anthony's father was peripheral but considering as it now had potential to be relevant to her she made a note to try and learn more. That included ignoring near everything said by the media; it hadn't taken long to realise it was lies and untruths.

The announcement only cemented her belief that this would be more than a passing event. It was a shame, the Midgardians grieve so dully, so morose and somber. Mourn while the body burns but then feast as the ashes cool. 

As the announcement calling Anthony to the office rang out she was finishing the last of her pastry, ignoring the voice in the air; they created the strangest of devices. Abandoning the plate she walked out of the cafeteria and began to head to gym. 

Then she saw Anthony standing outside Wayne's office. She made a quick decision and changed course, her step not faltering as she walked towards him. "I'm sorry for your loss. It would appear this world will be a different place without him." Although there was nothing inherently sinister in the words or the tone or her expression; all together there was something slightly perturbing in her manner. 

However she didn't wait for any reply - though time would be limited anyway - and continued walking down the hallway heading towards the gym for class, wondering what old idea they would try to sell them today.