Schwarz was quite surprised when Francesca started actually talking, instead of dropping a word or a sentence here and there. [b]"Faunus are about as trustworthy as humans. They'll just stab you in the back in the end."[/b] It was even more surprising to be getting a piece of her mind. Thus far she didn't get much more personal than her name. Not that she wasn't a bit concerned with [i]what[/i] she was hearing, but then again, she was hearing it for most of her life.

When her thoughts turned to the violence, Schwarz had to nod. "As if they didn't learn violent approach doesn't work in the war. What did that ever accomplish? Hollow promises form the other side."

[b]"we are near some. . . Thing. . . That we cannot stand."[/b] That one however hit the mark. Schwarz got the feeling that one was personal. She tried not to let her agitation show, but she still tensed up a little. "And what happens when you just can't take it anymore? Precisely the thing like the White Fang. If it doesn't always work, then it doesn't work at all." she said, a bit of sadness creeping into her tone. Perhaps hiding wasn't such a good idea. What if she actually managed to make some friends and then they found out? She wouldn't lie about it if she got called out, but who knew how other people's heads worked. Even that might just be the backstabbing Francesca spoke about.

She sighed. Finishing up the power bar in two bites, she got up from the bench. "I'll go to Assembly hall. I'll save you a spot, but-" she fought down a sniff, "-Maybe you want to raise your guard first." she said, fishing from her pocket the ad she torn out of the paper. Still folded, she slid it across the table to the other girl and headed for the hall. Perhaps not the best way to handle this, but being left alone again was better than making enemies. [b]"Feel free to forget I said anything."[/b] [i]I sincerely wish it was that easy.[/i]

As she walked, she undid the buttons on her jacket and let the sleeves slide off. Then she undid the harness holding her poor, poor abused wings with a hiss of pain, leaving herself just in a black blouse that was modified to accommodate her extra appendages. The white wings and her pale skin tone played a quite stunning contrast with her now mostly black outfit and anthracite hair. Hanging the extra clothes over one of her forearms, she continued to the hall. At least this way, she wouldn't have to have her wings crammed in a sleeping bag later on.

The hall was quickly filling up, but she located a half empty bench and took a seat on the edge. Even her folded wing still took up an extra space unless she leaned backwards a little. Sighing, she tried to be as unnoticeable as possible. [i]Welcome to Beacon.[/i] she thought bitterly.