[B]Gratia Mindaro - Airship[/b]

"[Color=66cd00]What.[/color]"

The flat response held a greater forcefulness behind it than any of her previous replies. Gratia had thought she had escaped the need for small talk, but thanks to the idiotic bumblings of whatever god was responsible for puppeting their lives around, she was once again needing to converse with the boy and his weirdass hair. It was irksome. Her left eye twitched slightly, the only sign of annoyance in her figure. Sitting with proper posture, hands folded in her lap and gaze staring directly ahead, she appeared to be quite a formal, albeit aloof, teenage girl, with only few signs pointing to her irritation with the situation.

Still, the Huntress held no particular opinion towards Luke Schwarz. He was simply another face in the masses given name, and while being forced to engage in small talk was not something she performed with enthusiasm, the boy's presence was neither welcome nor unwanted. If he wished to talk to a superior like her, then Gratia would humour him.