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[INDENT][INDENT][INDENT][INDENT]Fitz wasn’t exactly sure why the younger girl had decided to not speak up when she asked her a question, and normally she would’ve repeated herself to make a point, but the current situation called for a lot of distractions. 

Before she could look at the lounge’s supplies that the girl had collected another girl had decided to speak up, almost demanding to know everyone’s names while also dismissing the whole idea of dismantling the tables as being a good idea. Fitz didn’t agree, but she admitted table legs were the last thing she had in mind when it came to self-defense from… whatever had happened to their teachers and fellow classmates. But given the fact that two members of the softball team were present and accounted for, they could probably do plenty with cheap metal table legs, or at least better than the sarcastic underclassman thought.

Not that Fitz particularly cared about her opinion. As far as she was concerned it was her that was in charge and everybody else was either useful or not-useful. Though, she understood that not everyone was from the same social circles or even the same class year. Introductions would have to be made, even if they were under awkward circumstances.

[color=FF7C96]“You can call me Fitz, I guess.”[/color]

There was a short pause as she looked over the table again, while keeping the girl in the corner of her eye.

[color=FF7C96]“As for the ‘table leg thing’ It might be a terrible or stupid idea, but it's probably better than nothing once we [i]have[/i] to go out there. Unless you think we should go without anything to defend ourselves with? Do you have a better idea?”[/color]
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