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It wasn't long before Magnhild realized that this doggy didn't enjoy pats. But his sudden outburst reminded her of a tiny yappy chihuahua that she had come across once before. Had it not been for the slight furrowed brow that appeared on Mag's features, one might've thought that she had the blankest expression they'd ever seen in their life. The canine's manner of speaking was completely alien to her, and his constant use of the word 'Soldier' got on her nerves ever so slightly.

[color=d8bb86]"I'm not sure if people come here to become soldiers.. Well I didn't anyway. Maybe you'd have better luck at a barracks instead of an Institute?"[/color] She replied quite bluntly, however it wasn't said in a snarky manner, rather a more 'trying to give a helpful suggestion' tone. She could care less about a soldier's life and their way of handling issues. It was quite clear to her that the Lobster man was against the military anyway. Perhaps even belittled them.

Another voice joined the noise. [color=33FFFF]”Never in a thousand years, you worthless half breed.”[/color] He said. She wasn't sure who it was pointed at, she thought a half-breed was a first generation Chimera.. And neither of them were. Maybe it was another way of saying 'Chimera'? Who knew? Who cared? She didn't know how this generation thing worked. Also, isn't that guy a sheep?

The two people that she's interacted with had their own kind of aggression that she didn't really enjoy. Fortunately a more pleasant voice entered the 'conversation'. Her gaze turned to see a hulking.. Gorilla Chimera. Not someone she'd associate with 'kind' at first, given what she's been told about Gorillas... Which is not a lot, other than 'Don't look them in the eye.' Which she immediately proceeded to do by accident. She stared at him for a moment as he addressed the loud canine. She took a half step back in silence, thinking that she wasn't really included in the conversation. Had it not been for those times when she was told not to speak unless spoken to by Airelosian guard, she may have introduced herself as well.

It had occurred to her that her food was slowly getting cold. And as mother always said, 'Food tastes better when it's hot.' Which was almost always true. Almost. She quietly moved back to her seat, having learnt that this pup doesn't like pat. Picking up her chopsticks once more, she continue on her journey to the bottom of her plate of noodles.