[B]Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock[/B]

"[color=66cd00]Getting on a fucking airship.[/color]"

Despite the vulgar phrasing, the teenaged Huntress' tone betrayed none of the frustrations and abrasiveness that would have usually accompanied such a statement. Her impatience continued to bubble underneath her composure, but it had yet to spill over into this shitty excuse of a conversation with the boy standing behind her. Humouring his half-hearted attempt at engaging in small talk with her happened to be, in hindsight, a difficult activity to keep up. Gratia was not particularly fond of talking to the idiotic masses that filled the human city-states of Remnant; a lot of the time they would spout nothing but absolute balderdash.

"[color=66cd00]Guess you are as well.[/color]"

Her next statement was just as understated as the first, but there was a slightly dry aspect to her tone this time. She was evidently annoyed at the entire situation, with the fucking airship still yet to arrive and take her down to whatever shitty stores the city of Vale possessed, though her solemn, impassive appearance had yet to change dramatically, the only sign that she found the entire endeavour a fucking waste of time being a change in her posture, the weight of her body moving from her left leg to the right.