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[B]Gratia Mindaro - Infirmary[/B]

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

Her greeting was as flat as one would expect from the aloof Mistralese girl, although a slight twitch of her brow was the only indication that she was in any way irritated by the manner in which Luke's arm had carelessly bumped into hers. Her onyx eyes flickered away from Bianca as she turned her head to face him, briefly glancing at the strange cowlick at the top of his head before her gaze lowered, impassive dark orbs boring into his metallic grey ones. So the boy had finished his mission then without suffering too much harm, if the lack of visible wounds were any indication.

The absence of the hoodie that he was usually wearing piqued her curiosity for the barest of milliseconds, but Gratia immediately dismissed those thoughts. Luke Schwarz was relatively fashion-literate, unlike other certain individuals whose wardrobes were akin to diarrhea splattered across the bathroom stall by a pair of scat fetishists. It was completely unnecessary to waste energy on questioning his clothing choices. 

"[color=66cd00]We're visitors,[/color]" she continued after several long seconds of silence, her expressionless visage unchanging as her eyes continue to watch his with a strange, unwavering intensity. "[color=66cd00]I assume likewise for you.[/color]"

However, the brainless pacing about with nary a care for his surroundings hinted at more. Even a member of the drooling unwashed hordes had purpose, no matter how trite or bullshit, to their actions. What had occupied Luke Schwarz's mind to the extent, then?