Amy paused, shirt halfway pulled over her head, changing into something more comfortable--in the middle of replacing the relatively skimpy top she'd been wearing with a t-shirt, her cutoffs already exchanged for some athletic shorts. As far as dinner went, she was far more concerned with just unwinding in general, and she had faith in the boxer's ability to pick at least something good: after all, she'd brought the stripper a sandwich in class earlier that week and had taken care of her when the headache got too bad. Nah, she was more worried about their esteemed leader. As a matter of courtesy she'd initially tried to change and bathe when he wasn't in the dorm, but Lauren had no such restrictions, and her gleeful flaunting of any rules of privacy combined with Amy's general level of not caring about who saw her in what condition had removed that restriction fairly soon after the brawler had been assigned to their team... And generally, any time Lauren hauled him off it wouldn't end well for the slacker.

But Sangue, on the other hand...

She'd been a team member from the beginning, and in all that time Amy had hardly spoken to the quiet girl. Certainly not to the extent Lauren had, and you'd have to be as obtuse as one of Professor Fullbuster's angles to not see the affection between those two. She smoothed her feathers down as she tossed her top into the clothes pile and grabbed a light grey shirt, pulling it over her head. It was V cut, the outline of the absent section of shirt highlighted as a large, black V with two equals signs on either side, one leading to "at", the other setting the equality to "d/t".

[color=E52B50]"Sangue,"[/color] she finally said, turning her head to face the other girl. [color=E52B50]"You don't need my permission if you want to take a walk. But... I'd like to go with you, if that's alright."[/color]