[B]Gratia Mindaro - Airship[/B]

Her gaze broke the moment the airship landed against the tarmac, the entire vehicle rumbling lightly before indicator lights signalled to everybody aboard that they were clear to exit. She followed the other teenager's example and rose to her feet, stuffing her hands back into the warm pockets of her coat. It was not particularly a cold day, but as her conversation partner had been noting earlier, it was quite windy, and Gratia didn't plan on exposing her hands to the chill of the breeze. She lightly stretched out her entire body, allowing it to release some of the tension she had built up during the trip down from Beacon.

"[color=66cd00]Yes,[/color]" replied the Huntress, her impassive tone still unchanging, but spoken obviously in honesty. She enjoyed the presence of her family and loved ones, and to be so far from her home was already making her somewhat homesick. Haven hadn't been too far from where she lived; it actually loomed over the streets where she had grown up, in fact, so she had spent a number of her weekends visiting her parents. Now, however, they were an ocean away.

Gratia joined the line of people slowly filing their way out of the airship, reaching out to brush some hair away from her eyes once more. She was standing behind Luke this time, a change from their situation earlier when they were loading up. Personally, she had found their conversation to be decently of interest compared to the meaningless prattle she had to endure from time to time. It helped that the boy wasn't overly offensive in any manner. She would have to keep the name "Luke Schwarz" in mind.