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Between Snow and Ginshi, the group had a platform to begin. He'd listened to them both in turn, grateful for bothe information each gave, and for Ginshi's steady, pseudo pep talk. Even considering the Ultimate statuses that each of them held, the undaunted reassuredness, and calmness, in the Judo Master's words made it almost too easy to forget that it was a student speaking them, and not some world wearied, veteran of life, sharing his wisdom to the masses. By no means did Shirou feel disquieted by the situation, even with the bullet hole, but at that moment, Ginshi's level rested far beyond his own.

With other speaking up, he had time to assess the room. The various people sat having their own conversations, those that he hadn't met yet, those that he had, and those that took to addressing the room, each with their own talents and personalities; it was an uncertain mess, to say the least. There were too many ways for everything to go than he was comfortable with. With the concept of a killing game monopolising the conversations, the mess hall, filled with over a dozen Ultimate Students, would eventually become a crucible.

Momoe's abrasive nature hardly helped that idea. There was something about her that Shirou couldn't help but consider. That, of all the trapped students, she, no doubt, was one of the most dangerous. Not that because she was a criminal, or volatile, or violent, but because he could tell that, behind insults and a dismissive attitude, she was an intelligent girl.
[colour=Red]"The rooms are probably well furnished to keep us more in line. Throwing us in cells with barely a mattress to sleep on, or utilities to keep ourselves hygienic, would turn this ensemble from 'Killing Game' to 'Killing Bloodbath'. Everybody would fight to get out; there would be no room for Trials if everyone kills each other off in hysteria."[/colour]

He spoke aloud, attempting to ignore Momoe's direct insults at the others. Instead, he directed his attention towards Chikako.
[colour=Red]"And, sorry for being late. I have an exercise routine, five in the morning, every morning. A bullet wound won't stop that, though, I did need to rest for a while afterwards. Hence the walking bat."[/colour] he punctuated the apology with a smile, taking note of Snow's muttering in response to Momoe's comment, [colour=Red]"In any case, I don't think digging under the fence will do us any good. Electric fences usually extend several metres under the ground, to prevent things tunnelling throu-"[/colour]

As he went to explain, he was cut off by Snow's outburst. He had expected it, from her initial reaction, but he had hoped it would blow over; he was wrong. In a minuscule amount of time, she had gotten up, insulted practically everyone in the room, and pissed off the most dangerous girl in the room. Getting up and putting himself in between the two of them would do nothing - with his leg, he wouldn't be able to stop Momoe doing whatever she intended to do. Instead, he went to shout out at them, before the situation seemingly diffused.

With Snow on the floor crying profusely, Momoe glaring daggers at her, and Taya attempting to be herself in between, Shirou needed to do something. Nothing drastic, but something. He was foolish not to have intervened sooner. Scarcely moments after the altercation had ended, he lifted the baseball bat, and swung it down on the table in front of him, sending a loud, resonating thud echoing around the room.

[colour=Red]"Momoe!"[/colour] he shouted, letting the bat rest on the table, beside an obvious dent where the two materials had collided, [colour=Red]"I don't know what you think you're doing, but it stops now. I'm not going to pretend like Snow is right here either, but there's a right and wrong way of going about things. Do you understand that we're all being played here? Getting us to fight over how we escape, and what we're going to do next, is the first step in making up kill each other."[/colour] from across the room, he glared at her - not in the same, threatening way she stared at Snow, but with a resolute disapproval, [colour=Red]"I don't care about how correct your points might be. I don't care if she started it. You're both wrong here, [i]especially[/i] when you use violence to get your point across."[/colour]

From behind him, back towards the entrance of the mess hall, he heard a small, feminine squeak, before Lilly's voice began quietly, and profusely, apologising to someone, although he chose to ignore it. Instead of looking, her kept his gaze level.
[colour=Red]"Now, apologise to each other."[/colour]

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[h3]Mess Hall[/h3][/center]

As Lilly went about the room, she kept her ears open. Nobody was talking to her, and likely nobody would, but it was useful to be in tuned with the conversation topics at hand in case she needed to contribute anything. Simultaneously, she stood facing the group of people from one of the far left walls, scribbling gently onto the clipboard she carried around. Attached to it were multiple sheets of paper, with the one on the top showing an incomplete sketch of a room. 

It was a birds eye view look of the mess hall, complete with the monitor, and the locations of each other five cameras looking into the room. Occasionally, she would look up and behind her, where one of the cameras was sat above her head on the wall, before she would look back into the group, and begin drawing again. Partway through, the graphite of the pencil snapped, and she casually dropped it on the floor, before pulling another one from one of her pockets, and continuing drawing.

As she drew, the various topics hardly caught her interest, but she listened anyway: to Snow's idea of breaking into the locked building by the Labs; to Ginshi's spiel about keeping calm and relaxed; to Momoe's response and blatant irresponsible attitude; to Shirou's idea on the rooms, and apology to Chikako. And on and on. Most normal people might have had an issue with drawing up a map of the camp grounds and listening to several conversations at once, but as someone versed with paying attention to dozens of things at a time, Lilly was hardly out of her depth. If anything, the lack of work she had to do here was relaxing, especially after the all nighter she pulled.

Eventually, as Snow and Momoe began their confrontation, she finished drawing the viewing angle of the camera onto the map. From its location now extended a long cone, growing out into the room up until the far wall, illustrating its viewing angle. With it done, she skipped off along the wall towards her next camera location, half listening to the argument happening across the room to her. Though, as she passed one of the tables, she stopped abruptly, picked up a glass of water, took a sip, and then continued on.

But as she turned the corner behind the table Shirou was sat at, beginning to make her way towards the mess hall entrance, there was a loud bang, stopping her in her tracks. She looked across towards where the sound came from to see Shirou placing his baseball bat gone walking stick down onto the table, and breathed a small sigh of relief and anxiety. It wasn't often she got surprised, but she hated loud noises like that. But that was no matter - since there was no threat, she started skipping along again.

The next second, though, she hit a solid object. She was going to go past the entrance to the the far right wall to check the camera, but, suddenly, she was stopped dead by some invisible force. And then she realised, it wasn't some air barrier, but rather a white haired boy, one of the ones who had tried to make a speech the previous day. She went to back up and apologise, and then continue moving on, but as she did she noticed her glass of water was now empty. A squeak rose out of Lilly's throat as she realised she had just dumped a cup of water over Aurel, and a modicum of panic emerged within her.
[colour=PaleVioletRed]"O-oh no, I-I-I'm sorry! I didn't see you, God, I'm so sorry. Uh, um... towels... I'm sorry!"[/colour] she stuttered, clearly flustered, before looking around for something to dry him off with. With nothing in sight, though, she proceeded to pull off her jacket, revealing her short sleeved shirt underneath, and attempt to pat him down with it, continually apologising throughout.

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