[b]Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria, Lone Table [/b]

Venetia was certainly irritated today, if she was already resorting to cheap "wit" in order to response to whatever had bruised her ego (in this case, Gratia's laconic manner and abrasive tendencies). An obvious side effect of flying all the fucking way back to the motherland. Why did she even go back? What the hell could have needed their leader's presence on a school day? Gratia couldn't think of a single fucking thing. 

The huntress chewed away at her roll again, an aura of utter nonchalance and impassivity surrounding her and the table she was sitting at. The irksome chit chatter of the student masses around her seemed to flow away from the lone teenage girl. She was completely, utterly, alone. 

Gratia shot off a reply to Vignoble's leader. 

>What crawled up your cunt today that has you bitchier than a mongrel in heat? 

And she returned once more to her lunch.