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[b]Gratia Mindaro - Infirmary[/B]

Gratia glanced up from her phone, her onyx gaze drifting towards the tickets in Luke's hands. They were tiny, fragile slips of paper, in themselves possessing no meaning or value. However, it was only when in possession of them could one worm their way onto the cruise, hence their supposed importance. Important enough for her compatriot to so eagerly leap at a chance to acquire them as to partake in a luxury cruise amongst the conceited degenerates that made up the upper classes. Recklessly rushing head-first into an opportunity like an enraged bull exposed to blood.

"[color=66cd00]You foolishly failed to deter her, Schwarz,[/color]" said the Mistralese girl flatly, watching Bianca disappear with one of the tickets. Luke had fallen hook, line and sinker, beguiled by words, and thus would face those consequences.

Nuit would likely have finished packing before she even returned to the dorms. The irksome time window had likely motivated the Faunus girl into expending even more enthusiasm in preparing for the cruise.

[i]And who the fucking hell is Pressman?[/i]

"[color=66cd00]How long will it take to reach the port?[/color]" she asked, slipping the thought away for later. Her gaze returned to Luke once more, impassive dark eyes watching his grey ones.