[center][color=708090][h2]Ashe Blackwood[/h2][hr][h3]Grimm Studies[/h3][hr][/color][/center]

Ashe was in the middle of calming herself down when a voice pulled her back to reality. She hadn't noticed the new girl take a seat next to her at all, and that was... Well. Not good. That simply didn't happen. Obviously day-one stress was getting to her. And now she was caught in a conversation she hadn't planned to have. [color=708090][i]Roll with it. What's the worst that could happen?[/i][/color], she told herself. [color=708090][i]Who knows, might get a n-[/i][/color]

A quick glance towards the new girl cut that thought short. Faunus? Check. Mask? Check. [color=708090][i]White Fang? Here? Fuckin' seriously?[/i][/color] She turned her head towards Skye and gave her a momentarily look-over. Thankfully, the mask didn't match anything she'd seen the WF using in the news, so it was probably just... Well, she didn't know, and she didn't feel like asking any awkward questions like 'are you a terrorist?' -- especially not with it being the first person who'd actually spoken to her at Beacon. And the advice was good either way.

[color=708090]"Thanks for the advice. Kinda been a rough day so far, so... Yeah. Not really worried about those things,"[/color] she replied. It was a lie, of course - as often as she'd seen them in the Barbarians' nest, she [i]really[/i] felt uncomfortable around them without her comrades around. [color=708090]"I've had some combat experience, but I've never really fought them before. It's... Eh, nevermind, not important. I'm Ashe, nice to meet ya'."[/color]

She forced a smile and extended her hand in greeting. Whichever way this would turn out, she was happy enough to have a distraction.

[@FlitterFaux]