Francesca looked over Schwarz's Swansong. It was interesting, and not something she would probably ever use herself. Nor raw dust either. It was opposite her style over all. But again, it was interesting, not that she could use it effectively anyhow. "Treasure it." 

Not that she had anything else to say, some strange boy showed up and spoke. "Just overheard, but it's an interesting name for a weapon, Swansong. By the way, are you two heading to the cafeteria for dinner?" She didn't see him coming. Really, she didn't even notice him coming. That just showed she needed to train herself more. Still, this guy just randomly jumped into their conversation. It made her want to turn her blades on him but. . . That wouldn't be a good idea. She was smart enough not to harm another like this.

"We were." Francesca answered hesitantly. She didn't really like that this guy came out of nowhere. Mostly, he just seemed annoying. Her eyes looked at this person coldly for a little bit before looking away, letting her acquaintance finish that bit.