[h1][center][color=Silver]Silme[/color][/center][/h1]

[i]"Still, don't take this mission lightly. This isn't training or supervised combat anymore. There's real danger out here now. We can't afford to make mistakes that could get us or other people killed."[/i]

Silme froze at those words, the glare he levied after her a mix between disbelief and smoldering anger. He took a step towards her for a moment, almost as if he was going to confront her on the matter, but seemed to think better of it, contenting himself with another glare as he levied his response. [color=Silver]"Trust me, I'm well aware of how dangerous Grimm could be. My old team made quite sure of that, remember?"[/color] His voice carried none of the usual passion behind it, only cold, barely held back anger as he turned away from her to walk off in a random direction. He needed to put space between them before he did something drastic that he would regret. His eyes glanced skyward, noting the descending sun with a feeling of dread, forcing himself to take deep breaths. [color=silver][i]It's fine. You can get through this. You'll be just fine.[/i][/color]

A few more deep breaths, and Silme had managed to calm himself down, though anyone could see that he was growing fidgety and impatient, his foot-tapping rapidly against the ground as he turn his head to glance at the rest of the group present. [color=Silver]"Can we just get the fuck on with this already?! We can walk and talk as we go, so let just get the hell out of here."[/color]