"'Kay then. Thanks," Atalanta nodded, taking the seat beside Priscilla and resting her metal briefcase on her lap. She leaned forward, using the object as a resting place for her elbows. The pair sat in silence for a bit, awkwardly so. It seemed that both the amber-hooded student and the pink huntress were both not really the type to opt for interaction. [i]'This certainly didn't go as planned,'[/i] she sighed, before striking up the conversation with the pink fellow beside her. 

"...Hey. Pinkie," Atalanta started. Her voice was soft and quiet, but definitely firm. She gave off a kind of odd vibe, what with her tone, the briefcase, and that hood of hers obscuring most of her face. "Name's Atalanta," she introduced simply, eyes glancing over to Priscilla and hand outstretched for a shake. "Oh," she added, "And before you ask, I'm not a Faunus - I just like hoods is all."
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"Haha... Yeah, it's better if you just forgot about the subject," Gram laughed nervously. At least Blaire hadn't heard all that motive ranting her did. And she had the courtesy of swapping out the subject of conversation as well! How pleasant. Now he could get back to regularly scheduled programming. Although they'd already entered the building, so it seemed regularly scheduled programming was to be nothing more than taking a seat somewhere.

Oh hey. Air-conditioning. [i]Awesome[/i]. Darkish clothes like his didn't take to reflecting radiant energy very well. Though that probably meant that his companion probably had the worst of it, what with the black ensemble. "Alrighty! We're here!" Gram commented, nabbing a seat and tapping one of the seats beside it, "Saved you a seat~"