[center][h2][color=92278f]Dot[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
Dot blinked. Winging it had apparently been the [i]wrong[/i] choice. It would have been hard to say that Elon’s response was ‘angry’; the boy seemed utterly bereft of any and all emotion, and anyway, Dot wasn’t exactly an expert on social cues. But she wasn’t so removed that she couldn’t pick up on the fact that she’d just been called a coward. Or well, actually she’d been called the other thing, but as far as Elon knew, he’d called her a coward. 

Rude. 

It was deflating, honestly. She took a moment to examine him more closely, and felt safe in assuming he was nobility of some kind—plenty of their squad was in one way or another. Her experiences with them so far had been mixed—some hadn’t been so bad, others had been exactly what she’d expected. She worried Elon would be falling into the latter category. 

[color=92278f]“Right…uh…sorry. I didn’t mean to—yeah.”[/color] Dot cleared her throat, and as Elon approached, evidently ready to leave himself, she got out of his way, and followed him into the common room. 

It seemed they were early, but not quite the earliest, as the Baker boy, Julian, was already seated and waiting there, and the mountainous Signar as well. Dot gave them both a small nod and a wave, and took a seat herself. 

[color=92278f]“Can't complain,"[/color] she answered to Signar. [color=92278f]“Just a bit...[i]excited[/i] for today, I guess."[/color]