“Hey, watch it, punk,” Coral growled at the buffoon who crashed into the wall right next to her. She was trying to watch the news, though it was difficult when one was pushed up so close against the huge TVs. There was a special on the White Fang running, and though it was a common-enough thing, the novelty of watching the human reporter try to cutely address an obviously Faunus issue had yet to wear off. They knew nothing.

Coral tried to ignore the boy the same way he ignored her as he brushed her yet again while getting up, but it was hard. He was one of those people with the “Look at me I’m magical!” that seemed more and more prevalent the deeper into high society she entrenched herself. Odd colored hair? Check. Ridiculously-vivid eyes? Check. Skin like he’d never seen the light of the sun before? Check. It was hard to not look at people when they pretty much glowed like miniature celestial bodies.

Someone else shoved her against the screen and she growled again, pushing herself off of it and straight back as far as her arms would extend. It created a shockwave of stumbling people behind her and some satisfying exclamations of “Hey!” and various expletives, and before anyone would pinpoint her as the culprit, she slipped behind the white boy. 

“It’ll only be like ten minutes,” she supplied as she shuffled around, hopping up the steps right in front of another student who’d apparently figured that getting up top was a good idea, too. Stupid overcrowded blimp.

Once outside, she glanced disinterestedly at the others there until the one who she’d cut off as she came up made a loud clanking noise. She looked her way and saw that she’d been dumb enough to bring a huge shield with her, and had managed to fall over like some uncoordinated bug. Sure, he was a Faunus, at least, but that just made it embarrassing. “Maybe you shouldn’t have worn a sail,” she supplied, holding out a hand uncertainly as if she weren’t sure that her tiny frame would do much good.