[b]Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms [/b]

"[color=66cd00]Yes.[/color]"

She jotted something down onto her notepad, the scratching of her pen against the paper the only other noise that originated from the impassive and standoffish girl. Gravity had clearly taken effect once again during that moment when her words struck at Schwarz; his visible deflation had been accompanied by the mystery of his seemingly-autonomous hair. Whether or not the observation was reproducible was what she was intent on finding out through the course of their experiment together. 

"[color=66cd00]How is it that you keep your hair straight?[/color]" asked the Mindaro, continuing to show nothing in her expression.