Hope tried to patiently wait for him to give him the bottle, following every inch of movement Grant made. When he finally rolled the bottle to her feet, she slowly bent down to pick the bottle up, while listening to him carefully. After a pause, he mentioned the rampage that she had through the Eastern districts, making her tighten her grip around the bottle but not change her expression. She couldn't think of a response right away. The rampage through the district was the only thing she could remember without any help, but without hesitation she quietly told Grant, [color=ed1c24]"I occasionally got picked on for hanging out with weaker cadets, or even Aaron, but even becoming a captain of my own survey group didn't help. One of my own members..."[/color] Hope trailed off, not remembering who the member was or what they said, but knew that at that time she had enough with everyone, which triggered the shifting.
	After a few moments of silence, she pulled the cork out of the bottle with ease and did what Grant told her, trying her best to resist the temptation to chug everything down. Once she drank a quarter of the bottle, she set the bottle down and pressed the roof of her mouth with her tongue, deep in thought.