[h1][b][color=cyan]Minerva[/color][/b][/h1]
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Minerva shrugged off the weird feeling the someone is listening on her as prepared herself for the lecture, it's been a while since she got chewed out it was when she is just starting out after Olympus fell...

[color=cyan][b]No use recalling those memories.[/b][/color]

She prepared herself to the praise, to the criticism and even insults that might be thrown to her face. She can take it, she tells herself as every pilot got listed down. 

[quote]“...I suppose you performed well enough.”[/quote]

Only for it to turn out to be nothing, he didn't have words for her.

[color=cyan][b]Not even a gaze.[/b][/color]

Something within Minerva begins to boil, anger would too much and irritation doesn't feel right. She is not a fool, she knew there is something wrong with the way he looks at her. At first she thought it was anger but it turns out to be contempt instead.

No she will not stand for this and if he is not going to take a step then she will.

Letting out a deep breath, Minerva would then tune out Griff making a fool of herself before quietly walking to the old man. Frustrated face visible as she uses her frustration to ask one question.

[color=cyan][b]"What is your problem with me specifically? Is my origin such an affront to you you couldn't look at me enough to provide criticism?"[/b][/color]