"Dana? Am [i]I[/i] Dana? Am I dreaming? Snow Queen wants to have a conversation now?"

For a time, Victoria had been shadowed to an almost paranoid degree by her Japanese guardian angel; Dana had been alongside or ahead of the pale girl for the majority of their mile run around the track, and for a time Dana had contented herself with trying the rock wall instead of her normal chin-up routine while trying to eke conversation out of the other young woman. All her efforts, to this point, had failed; it was clear that Victoria was lost in thought, and on such occasions the best thing to do was adopt Dana's preferred strategy of sulking and walking away to do squats.

Said exercise were far more productive than trying to crack open Victoria's shell. If she kept at it, she'd be on pace to squat 2.5x body weight by the end of the semester. That still wouldn't prevent her from needling the other girl as she made her way over to the punching bag, a large canister of cold water in her hand. Irritating her charge seemed like fair recompense for being so cruelly ignored.

Grinning, Dana popped the lid of her Thermos open with her teeth and took a few healthy, refreshing gulps of ice water before dumping a small stream down Victoria's front and along her face.

"What do I think?" the Japanese girl shrugged, setting her drink down on the ground beside the punching bag and adopting her preferred stance. Turn just [i]so[/i], thumbs kept [i]out[/i] of the fists...

"Don't care. We're not vampires. She won't be hunting us. Shouldn't be, anyway. If she is, we stop her. If she wants to hunt me? Eheh. Go for it, girl."

Dana started falling into a similar rhythm as Victoria, and for a third of a minute the girls batted the bag back and forth like a pair of kittens obsessed with getting a ball of yarn past each other. After that twenty second sojourn in the conversation, Dana caught the bag and peeked around it at the quiet girl.

"[i]Orrrr[/i] maybe Danny's right, and she's okay. Who knows, who cares. Maybe she just...don't know. Doses up. Takes ketamine. Fights vampires. Maybe she needs a gentle walk home. What's her type, you think? Nerd? Football player? Bad boys? Bad [i]girls?[/i]"

The grin poking out at Victoria turned downright wicked, and the bag swung back in the white girl's direction after a series of brief punches.