[h2][color=39b54a][center]Gabri[color=fff200]ella Go[/color]nzales
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Gabby couldn't help the wince that came to her face as Freya not only stubbed her toe on one of the poles supporting the bus' ceiling, but then fell right into the salt left behind by the packet she herself had stepped on and got said salt in one of the wounds she'd sustained during the practice exercise. When Freya questioned who was responsible, she opened her mouth to apologize. After all, she'd known it was there before anyone else, and had the opportunity to clean it up before this...admittedly unlikely scenario unfolded. But Eira answered before she could, her sharp tongue casting her voice from further back in the bus. In addition to giving an answer to sate both Freya's curiosity and her own - by the direction of her gaze, it would seem Renard was responsible for the packet of salt on the floor - Eira added in some words Gabby couldn't say were...entirely necessary.

[color=6ecff6][i]”But you, fuck, can we all just go ten minutes without some kind of injury? This is ridiculous. You're all ridiculous.”[/i][/color]

Having already turned around in her seat to listen to Eira speak, Gabby had a clear line of sight to the fiery girl's face, and all the irritation it bore. That...couldn't be healthy, even if only on an emotional level. And that kind of attitude certainly wasn't going to help anyone feel positive going into this field trip. Gabby, normally fairly quiet unless she was putting on a performance of some kind, felt the need to speak up. If she couldn't help Eira, she could hopefully help everyone else. 

[color=39b54a]"It is said that "variety is one of the spices of life", is it not? Being ridiculous is an ingredient in that spice, Gabby thinks. Perhaps it would be a good thing for you to sample that spice more frequently,"[/color] Gabriella stated. Her confident tone and posture belied the fact that she felt she could have made a stronger metaphor if she were better with the English language. Individual words weren't too problematic, but structuring sentences and using English idioms correctly were something she still needed more practice with, not to mention trying to make a metaphor on the spot. [color=39b54a]"Gabby thinks it would lead to less...furrowed brows, yes?"[/color]

Despite her inner trepidation, both at her concerns over her English, and at the fact that she was directly confronting someone who had not always demonstrated the best attitude toward her classmates, Gabriella did not avoid Eira's eyes. Her own face wore a slight smile, her brows turning upward in concern.