Food. That was the [i]only[/i] thing going through her head right in that very moment. So, whenever she walked in, she consciously chose to ignore Claws pressing his paws to Blue-hair's back. Cara was much too hungry to settle civil disputes amongst the so called demon-hunters. Apparently Claws didn't know about the large amount of demons at the ex-school. Seriously, there was quite a few of them and according to the teachers, most of them were healers.

If she wasn't starved, she would have punched the guy in the face for: 1. Being a douche to his fellow students and 2. Offending half of her DNA. Lucky for him, her DNA wasn't in the mood for getting into a fight so she chose instead to walk straight past their little fight and head directly for the fridge.

Her head was practically buried in the fridge and when she pulled it back up to stare at them, there was a cold sausage-roll in her mouth. Lifting her hand up to pull it away, she ate for a while, bathing in their awkwardness before she rolled her eyes. Finally, Claws left with a slice of pizza but Cara couldn't help but take his words with a pinch of salt. Was he the only one who held such opinions and more importantly, were her and the other few half-demons safe around there?

Sighing, she nibbled on the sausage-roll that was snugly fitted into her two hands. "That guy's a douche." She murmured without much indignation - they were all tired but that doesn't mean you go and threaten someone on your own side. Turning, she watched Blue-hair for a few seconds as her eyes narrowed slightly. She may not have liked Claws much but it was creepy how quickly Blue could change his demeanour.

"Also, is it too hard to go bust the door in or something? We can put doors back on but we can't put windows in and now the cold is going to get in." Despite him being a good few inches taller than her and being an archer - someone she should have trusted, she glared at him and moved forward a little. "No more breaking windows. Got it?"