IC: "I don't do a lot of things I'm supposed to do, Ben. It's what makes me so endearing," Amy said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and the left corner of her mouth turning up in a good-natured smirk. "My clothes don't cover it, that's the problem. And... Mr. Scruffy." Her gaze moved to Trad's face. "The pouty face doesn't really fit with your-" Her hands went up to form air quotes. "–'rugged' image. But you can take a joke. I like it."

Then, there was the screech of Sangue's claw on the ground. Amy was just glad her Semblance was dialed all the way down. "Dear God I am going to..." She bit her tongue, threatening people, even jokingly, when she was already on thin ice, was not a good idea. Especially considering that they had arrived in the lunch room, and were in full view of the school. "Well, would you look at that..."