[B]Gratia Mindaro - Outside Ozpin's Office[/B]

"[color=66CD00][I]Oh, I'm sorry[/I], did you think I can [i]afford[/i] fucking vegetables you little rich shit?[/color]"

Sarcasm dripped from her voice like melted cheese off a sandwich as Gratia pulled herself up from the ground right after her "compatriot", clenched teeth audibly grinding together in annoyance. Unlike the other hunter, she cared little for the presence of tiny little specks dirtying her coat, mostly because she wasn't some pansy who couldn't take a bit of grime without needing to ask mummy and daddy to buy them a complete new set of clothes. What, so she had a worm farm that composted shit for her vegetable garden; such a [i]shocking[/i] revelation.

"[color=66CD00]You fucking wish that you were as light and agile as me," growled the hunter, crossing her arms in sync with the narrowing of her onyx eyes. "Mister Fatass Sniper sitting around all day. I've seen rocks more mobile than you. Goddamned [i]rocks[/i].[/color]"

What a fucking beautiful start to their time at Beacon. It was just like Haven all over again. Fiordilatte being a cunt, check. Venetia standing awkwardly nearby, check. Random shits incapable of comprehending the entire fucking situation, check. If they had B around, then the whole bloody party would be complete. Hooray for small reliefs.

Right, excitable cat faunus to deal with.

No reason to snap. Hopefully the other girl would not be as irksome as her companion was.

"[color=66CD00]Gratia Mindaro,[/color]" she introduced, her eyes cooly moving to stare into the feline's.