[center][h1][color=6ecff6] Eira Winters | Antarctica [/color][/h1] [/center]
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Eira could appreciate people who were willing to speak up. The key word there was 'could', because she did not. At the very least, she could give it to Gabby for doing a little more than a pun that transcended the very definition of awful, which was, unfortunately, what followed immediately after. She did not respond at first, just sitting there and watching as they treated Freya, not missing the way Renard winced after Gabby spoke. Concerned for her wellbeing, of course. The wellbeing that could only be threatened by only one person – Eira. [color=6ecff6][i]Thinks that I'm gonna fucking insult her or something when I haven't even started speaking. Bastard.[/i][/color]

This was, of course, a reasonable assumption, given Eira's current mood and her usual attitude to just about everything. But the ins and outs of her mind are like no other, and it annoyed her greatly, which was unsurprising. She didn't mention it though, instead giving him a brief disapproving look. 

[color=6ecff6]“Not sure what food you're eating, but if you're pouring a truckload of spice all over it, you'll fucking die. My point still stands. I'd like the rest of the day to go smoothly, and if you keep pouring more variety on it – I don't see how getting literal salt in a wound is variety, for the record – it has consequences. Bad ones. And Peter – there's enough chaos in this damn world without you lot making any more. Stop pretending your puns are funny, by the way, because they're shit.”
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With that, she was done with this line of conversation. She was done with all conversation for the time being. Hayes said some stuff, which was vaguely motivating, Enterprise came in, and they set off. On the bus, Eira couldn't help but be enthralled by her stories. What could she say, she liked heroes. Anyone who looked close enough for long enough would see a slight smile form on Eira's face. You'd have to be pretty damn creepy to be staring at her for that long, though. Not to mention, her classmates had better things to do than look at her, and so she let herself relax a bit. A very, very small bit.

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The support company looked like, well, a factory. She didn't really expect anything else. Eira was a little excited to go in, though she did not show it. Nothing like a field trip to break up the bores of daily school life. After Freya's hand incident, nothing particularly chaotic happened. The trip was extended due to traffic, but Eira wasn't about to complain about hearing hero stories from Enterprise herself. Her mood had improved, at the very least.

The group she was put in was good enough, she supposed. Eira didn't have any problem with any of the girls she was with, though she couldn't really tell what they thought of her. That, however, was neither her problem nor her business, so she didn't really care. Hayes wasn't too bad either, if not in dire need of a nap. He did his job. Could use some work on his motivation speeches, but she couldn't really talk.

When Eira stepped off of the bus, she absent-mindedly took note of some birds overhead. [color=6ecff6][i]Cute. I think I'd like to fly away too.[/i][/color] Well, that was all the thoughts she had to spare for them. After all, there was a reason she was here, and she had a support company to visit. Besides, the birds probably just go off to where ever there was more food in a few minutes. A blissful bird life, how she envied them.