... It would appear that this group had a fair share of those that would entice conflict. Metallia silently confirmed that she could be one of them. This… was a competitive bunch. All of them looked like low-lives to Metallia’s eyes. This… could be dangerous. Then again, as the voice reminded them after the doors opened, this was going to be dangerous regardless if they didn’t act as it pleased.

Metallia kept seated and let her chair lift from the ground and carry her inwards along the hallway. Unless someone directly involves her, she’d completely ignore the conversations and theatrics displayed by the rest of them on the way. She did not want to expand unnecessary energy.

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Her weakness was “puns”? Metallia frowned in slight annoyance, remembering those words she had heard from a distance. She was fairly sure she had ample grasp over the English language to the degree where she could understand such crude jokes. Had she missed any puns on the way? … The thought of her having missed a pun somewhere bothered her mind something awful as she ran their conversation through her head as she drifted along… It had to have been something with that “Metallica” word he had said. What was that? Metallia had no idea of the meaning of that word…