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

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

The curt, toneless greeting was Gratia Mindaro's only response to her team leader's entry into their shared dormitory. She was utterly unphased by the sudden interruption of her experiment; this was the other girl's room as well, after all, and it wasn't at all strange for Vega to want to return to said room after the end of classes. Probably to drop off shit or the like. Not that it was her business to pry; whatever the fuck her leader wanted to do was completely worthless information to her.

"[color=66cd00]This is Beryl Harken,[/color]" she added, almost as if it was a sidenote, although her emotionless tone made it difficult to decipher whether or not she actually felt that the tidbit was worthy of such a description or not. "[color=66cd00]Otter. Swordswoman and whip-user. Likely close to mid-range combatant.[/color]"

She had, after leading the newest member of VGNB to the dorms, made sure to read up on Beryl Harken's publicly-available record in the same manner as she had with Cian Kuze earlier in the day. The Mistralese girl's suspicions that the Faunus was an experienced sword-user had been confirmed by what she had read off the files, but the whip speciality was not something she had expected despite the obviously modularity of the weapon she saw. Disregarding her inability to predict that Beryl was a less-than-orthodox fighter, the information upon the otter's combat capabilities had been highly elucidating. It was important and essential information that needed to be remembered.

And Venetia, as usual, hadn't fucking checked up on it.

"[color=66cd00]We'll have to reformulate our tactics,[/color]" said Gratia. "[color=66cd00]Relying on shit like Nuit fUckInG oVEr THe eNemY from above won't work anymore, unless Harken here's got some aerial bullshit or something.[/color]"