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

It seemed the man was alright. The woman nodded silently- when she fell on a truck, it made her back sore for a moment. Perhaps falling on a table for a man of his size would be absolutely nothing to him...

In response to the tiger Faunus' confusion, Sangue silently fumbled words in her own head before gently shaking her head, answering with a simple [color=f7976a]"It's... nothing."[/color]

When two men stared at her claw. Sangue promptly followed their action, staring at the thing she had been staring at earlier.

While Sangue considered herself to be somewhat decent with handling the Claw, ironically enough, she knew little on what made it function. She had been given the thing long ago as a "toy," according to the man who gave it to her. It initially seemed something like a pointless hunk of metal, but it ended up being one of the only reasons why she lived long despite the lack of her right arm. Another was her blade, but that was a different story unrelated to technology.

She remembered the man who gave her the Claw telling her that configuring the device could help her. Only if she lived for that long, though.

Looking at the Claw now, certain memories crept into her mind. They weren't bad memories, and did a rather good job in reminding her that she needed to keep herself updated to follow her team's steadily increasing experience.

Then the larger of the two men asked if she wanted to upgrade her Claw.

[color=f7976a]"..."[/color]

Looking up at Gren, the redhead blinked for a few moments.

Well...

When the man in her past told her to give the Claw an upgrade, she didn't expect someone to outright ask her.

But the thought was certainly appreciated, for there was probably a high chance that she would just wreck the Claw if she tried to configure it herself. The worst case scenario would be breaking it beyond repair somehow.

She turned back to the Claw.

Then at Gren.

Then at the Claw again, and then at Gren once more.

She remembered being told that remaining silent for too long could annoy others. But they were strangers... weren't they?

[color=f7976a][i]But they're my classmates. It... should be fine. Maybe...[/i][/color]

She just hoped that she wouldn't anger her team by having people she haven't met too often modify her Claw. While that seemed like a somewhat troubling thought, Sangue decided that the men weren't bad people.

Even if she couldn't understand half of what they were saying in their personal conversation, them helping her... was a good thing... right?

[color=f7976a]"...I've... been thinking about... improving it,"[/color] the swordswoman admitted, turning back to her Claw with her idle expression softening. [color=f7976a]"I don't know... how to, though..."[/color]