[b]Gratia Mindaro[/b]

As it turned out, Gratia had been correct in assuming that their newest teammate was afflicted with the effects of jet lag, and upon confirming that Beryl would be fine setting up in Vignoble's dormitory, she had made her way to history class, having quietly slipped in with nobody the wiser sometime during the period. As such; by the time lunch begun, the Mistralese huntress had left alongside the unwashed masses for the cafeteria. 

At the present moment, she was sitting all by her lonesome at a desk situated near the corner of the room, quietly biting into a chicken roll in one hand while formulating a reply to the message Vega had sent her during the preceding period in the other. 

>Beryl Harken, Otter Faunus.
>Likely swordsman. 
>Currently in the dorm. 
>Work on your fucking grammar. 

She hit send.