Vari drew no attention as she drifted down the hallway toward the kitchen, sparing almost no focus on the pattern in her breath. As long as she had been doing it, Breathing While Walking took almost no concentration, so she had plenty of attention to spend on the conversations unfolding ahead of her.

Originally, she had been coming down to swipe a snack to go with her book (she didn't [i]need [/i]to eat, but she still enjoyed the taste of food). However, the maids on duty sounded upset over something, and she didn't need to add missing food to their list of troubles. Instead, she balanced her breathing to a regular pace and walked into the kitchen as any normal person would. 

It was indeed a bit of a mess in there. One of the maids was having a panic attack while another tried to calm her down, and the third seemed ready to fight someone at the slightest twitch. There was also a few Knights strewn about the room besides herself.

Clearing her throat, the diminutive Knight called a bit of attention to herself. "Is this a vad time to fix myself a snack?" She asked, falling into her old accent.