[color=0072bc][b]NEMO ALTARE[/b][/color]

Deep in thought, Nemo only barely caught the tail end of the speech, his usually observant manner completely broken by the wave of memories that had overcome him earlier, prompting his swift exit. A sudden sound erupted overhead, followed by a wave of shrieks to accompany it. The boy was broken out of yet another train of thought, causing him to snap back into his usual self once more. He stood up, and--having gotten only the middle to end of the speech--managed to just barely piece together what had been said, sighing as he headed for the proper mess-hall.

Even taking his time, his pace a bit slowed as he tried to recover his previous thoughts, the tan-skinned boy found it incredibly aggravating as to how the unorganized mob rushed past him. Had they not eaten? Was this all they had looked forward to the entire day?

[color=0054a6]"...animals..."[/color], he mumbled to himself as another cadet roughly shoved past him, trying to make THEIR way towards the food as fast as possible. His temperament began to turn sour, his brow slowly furrowing down in frustration as the mindless savages around him hurled themselves into the hall, their hunger pushing away all signs of discipline and etiquette. Fingers rapped angrily against crossed forearms as a pair of military boots constantly had to re-adjust weight distribution and balance from those shoving and tumbling on by. Nemo's sense of annoyance churned up into one of almost pure loathing, creating an aura of concentrated, blood-boiling fury about him. 

A sudden jolt sent his foot lurching forward, only barely stopping him from colliding with the floor. His goggles, however, had no such advantage, and were sent hurtling off into the crowd. Baring hateful green eyes and a dark scowl, the young soldier whirled on his heel, his hand already mid-motion for a counter-strike.

...which would be stopped...once he noticed who had bumped into him. His hand hung hesitantly in the air for a moment, before lowering. He felt his rage slowly beginning to [i]cool[/i] now, even as a few various others shoved or brushed past him.

[color=0054a6]"...hiya back."[/color], he replied upon seeing the girl once more, rubbing his temple with the nail of his thumb, clearly still holding a bit of resentment for the jolt he'd received earlier. The boy sighed, exhaling out a small fog before him as he calmed down, closing his eyes for a moment before re-opening them. [color=0054a6]"Well...you found me earlier than expected, I'll give you that much. I take it you too are of the mindset to try and get as much food in your belly as possible, hmm?"[/color] He looked about, crouching down to search the floor for his goggles, another scowl spreading across his face as he noted the crushed frames just a few meters away...still being trodden upon by unwary feet. 

A rumbling growl emits from the recesses of the boy's chest, [color=0054a6]"...I'll kill the fucker...I'll--tch"[/color], he mumbled lowly to himself, gritting his teeth as he stood up and prepared to head over, with the attempt at a retrieval of his precious keepsake.