Sensing hostility from Fried Chicken Girl, Blake decided turn his focus back to the feast to busy himself with something else. He last had his eyes on the steak, and figured, why not? He stood and leaned over to push a slab onto his plate, after which he nearly dropped it as he flinched yet again, this time at the door to the dining room swinging open. Boy, was he tense. He had to calm down. Hopefully, they had a way for him to control his reflexes and cope with his heightened senses.

Another girl had walked in, and was heading over to grab some food. She was the first to speak, and he raised an eyebrow at the first girl who made a comment as a response, but did not quite answer the question. He waited a couple of seconds, and when he was certain that she was not going to say any more, he then gave his own reply as he picked at the steak on his plate.

"Put bullets into some other kids who were trying to hurt me. Probably not too impressive. How about you?"

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