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[color=f7976a][center][h3]~Cafeteria~[/h3][/center][/color]

Lost in her own little world, Sangue wondered what her Claw could do if she had it upgraded.

Maybe... it could be longer.

Or maybe the claw itself could be bigger.

The downside to those ideas would be that it'd weigh more, so that meant less mobility. Losing mobility didn't sound good.

As she continued to come up with primitive ideas at the pace of a snail, the woman jolted for a split moment when a bulky figure barely dodged her right as she sat down. A table got crushed underneath the large man. It was a poor table unfortunate enough to meet its demise in the most random of days.

Looking up, she stared at Gren with a blank expression. She had seen him before in her classes several times, and considered him to be one of the particular people who could probably annihilate her in a sparring match. He seemed like a nice person, though.

Nice people didn't say hurtful things on purpose. Personal experience from meeting people who tried to hurt her told her that.

When Gren seemed troubled and asked if she was alright, the woman nodded softly as she stared at him with her fire-opal eyes, her expression remaining idle.

The hand she used to touch her Claw remained on the weapon as Sangue continued to look at Gren. She then glanced at the white-haired Faunus next to him, bowing slowly before she began to glance between the two.

She also saw the fluffy-eared person before...

She then realized that she was actually pretty decent at remembering what people looked like- she just had trouble memorizing everything else.

Her attention had been shifted from her Claw to the students next to her. She remembered seeing them... They were students she had seen and heard of several times, even if they did not directly meet up too much. Sometimes in class, sometimes outside of class; they had always been there, even if they weren't interacting with her a lot. As she tried to come up with things to talk about, the red-haired swordswoman spoke to Gren with a somewhat concerned tone, despite her expression remaining idle.

[color=f7976a]"...A...re you alright...?"[/color]