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	In her corner, carefully blocked off from the view of much of the inhabitants of the Great Hall, Albedo began to consider her sleeping arrangements. The lack of her own bed, or anything of equivalent comfort, grated on her, she had a tolerance for lesser setups, provided they met a certain threshold. A sleeping bag on the floor did not meet that. She could not have a four poster bed or anything of sort, no, but she could take some of her Dust supply and utilise Earth Dust to sculpt a makeshift bed. With adjustments to the pillow she brought for the flight, and some skilled shaping, she could create something far more luxurious than what she currently beheld.

	As the potential schematics formed within her mind, though, the sound of crying pulled her attention away, guiding her field of view along from her position, sat at the foot of her sleeping bag, to the upper class wannabes, and their newly sought objects of entertainment. Albedo half watched from her periphery, between the Faunus Briar Lance tossed to the ground, the outclassed liability with a pilfered prosthetic, and the prospective that rose to protect her. Her expression remained unchanged, throughout the conversations, and even the wink - a stoic, if slightly annoyed, side eye. If she was lucky, it would sort itself out without issue, and then she could actually start attaining some sleep.

	She met the pillow at the head of her sleeping bag, content to ride out the night in lacklustre accommodation. The idea of a Dust generated bed had seemed appealing at the start, but it was a waste of high quality materials. If she had had access to some of the lesser grade materials no doubt a majority of the student body was carrying, perhaps her tune wouldn't have changed. But the sudden sound of a scuffle ensured she wouldn't have to consider the concept for much longer, as she shot up from behind her wall to watch Briar scatter into a heap on the other side of a room, and one of his rented friends take what she could only assume was a blade to the shoulder.

	[colour=DarkGray]"What do you people think you're doing?!"[/colour] Albedo shouted from across the room, as she stepped out from behind the boxes, and began to walk towards the group, casually stepping past and over the array of sleeping and half-asleep students that lay in her path. As she stepped closer, and Bren struck out at one of the other Atlesians, she stopped, placing herself on the outskirts, but between, the two sides of the conflict, as an obvious third party. [colour=DarkGray]"I was going to let this just play out, but [i]some people[/i], namely [i]me[/i], are trying to sleep. Trust a Faunus and its friends to escalate things too far... If you people are going to fight, take it somewhere [i]less noisy,[/i] or I'll make sure, on the off chance any of you actually make it through Initiation, that you don't see a second year here. Got it?!"[/colour]