The game had been noisy which was an annoyance, though was made up for by watching people get hit by the many balls flying through the air. Though, as always, all good things come to an end and the last person was hit signalling the end of the game - though she was still unsure as to its purpose. As they all made their way out to run laps she walked out of the gym. 

She knew there was another class before lunch but she didn't have a schedule and didn't really think much would help her anyway. So instead she made her way to the outside seating, the cold air welcomed rather than being a discomfort, and sat down as a leather bound book with aged pages appeared in her hands, which she began to read. Even with her long black hair streaming in the wind she didn't seem to be disturbed, her eyes trained to the pages.