Josephine placed her hat back upon her head as Master Edmund returned to the workshop to retrieve his weapons and tools.  She looked to her brother and shook her head, "You really don't understand how awful your approach to this is, do you?"  The young woman sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "You made me seem like I was upset about staying here.  He asked, I gave my answer; I don't hide anything from Master Edmund, so yes, I said I felt ready to expand my knowledge base with a bit of field work.  I did not, however, say so disrespectfully.  Let the record show it is because of your insubordination that I sounded curt or disrespectful."

She walked past him and knelt before a headstone while waiting for their teacher, reading the inscription.  The name was no longer legible, as most of the stones in the yard.  This person had lived a life, likely stripped away by the Blood Moon or the Hunt.  "I do not insult you, Kael.  You insult yourself by behaving the same way you did the day you arrived.  Bull-headed and prideful, you'll get yourself killed if you don't fix your attitude.  I only say that because, despite what you have interpreted, I care about you.  Master Edmund doesn't play games and I find it laughable tha-" She never finished her sentence as their master chimed in from behind.

The woman shot to her feet, her attention having faltered.  Her gaze had been in Master Edmund's direction, but she'd been to intent on the stone and speaking to Kael to notice his approach.  She placed a fist over her chest and bowed her head slightly in solemn salute, hiding a smirk at Master Edmund's support of taking Kael down a peg.

The walk was not an unfamiliar one - they often hiked or ran for conditioning in the area - the blood-addled men near the workshop were of no real threat, especially with Edmund's company.  Her gaze stretched out over the sea as they walked along the cliffside.  Fog rolled over the waves, making them hard to see before they crashed against the rocks.  There were no cries or calls from the water, only the soft whooshing of the waves' collisions against the cliff.  This was just about where the familiarity ended - the large doors at the end of the trail.  They'd not been on the other side of this door since arriving to the Workshop.  Passing through them, Josephine stared in wonder at the glowing shards of metal which Edmund had created for light.  It was gorgeous, though it gave the room a more enigmatic appearance.

Josephine nodded at her master's instructions, only sneering after she heard Kael's mutterings.  "You have no right to complain when you're emulating the very person about whom you are griping.  I don't grow sick because he says things worth hearing.  Try listening sometime, you might learn something," She replied, pulling her blade and gun from her hips, twirling the repeating pistol once before pointing it to the ground at her side.  Her Rakuyo stretched upward in front of her, tilted only slightly in a ready position.  They could do this - they've been training, beasts are only men addled by tainted blood.  They needed to be released from their own misery.