[u]Cordelia Lynn Holmes[/u]

Lynn took a deep, deep breath. In lieu of nicotine, this was the best way she'd found of calming herself down.

The motherfucking one-armed Iron Giant, a six year old who was two steps away from looking just like Satan,and now P.F. Chang himself were at this fucking school.

Jesus. H. Christ. Lynn was going to kick someone's ass just for being too weird here soon.

And....and then Alex said something that just utterly floored Lynn. Lynn usually prided herself on having a scathing comeback, on picking up on things quicker than everybody else, of being hypervigilant. She, however, lost track of everything in the training room for a few seconds as she mulled over what Alex had said. Nice? Her? She'd heard a lot of things attributed to her, but none of those thing had ever been..."nice". What....Alex...

"Uh," Lynn said smartly, her tongue refusing to form words, "Yeah. Classes with a bear. It'd be cool. I could feed him bamboo or some shit," she said, totally at a loss for words. Gah. She wanted to explain to Alex in no uncertain terms that she wasn't nice, that she was about as far from nice as Hitler during his time of the month, but that...Lynn closed her eyes, feeling more or less totally confused. She didn't like getting in touch with her emotions and shit. It was problematic and never really seemed to accomplish much. She almost felt as if she was leading this poor girl on-but, then again, the clothes, the tattoo under her eye...surely Alex wasn't that naive? Did...was it....regardless, Lynn had a very quiet realization that being thought of as not a total bitch by someone was really nice. 

[i]Damnit Nightlight. I'm starting to like you.[/i]

Lynn opened her mouth to say something when a glint caught her from the corner of her eye. Surreptitiously, she let her eyes flicker in that direction (when you're being flanked, you don't let the motherfuckers know that you know; you turn the element of surprise right back on them. Cordelia Lynn, Chicago's own Sun Tzu) and spotted the Tin Man doing his best Lurch impression as he sidled closer. Lynn didn't think he'd try anything-and there was a pretty good possibility he wasn't even coming towards her specifically, but it did seem that way. She doubted this guy was dumb enough to hit a girl with faculty all around, but you never went wrong expecting the worse. "Alex," Lynn muttered, turning away from Peter-which, for most people, was a dumb move, but it was pretty hard to get Lynn from behind-"Pacific Rim over there's got his eye on us. Just play it cool, we'll turn his ass into scrap metal if he tries anything." Lynn turned back, standing upright, but with her body facing perpendicular from Peter-not knowing what he was capable of, she figured making herself a smaller target couldn't hurt. If it did come to a fight, well, punching and kicking would be out of the question. That shit would hurt. She'd probably just wait for the faculty to waste his ass. "Tin Man," Lynn said, the small (appearing even smaller with her tight suit on, as opposed to her normal baggy clothes) girl speaking with the same confidence, ready-to-throw-down tone you might've heard from Henry, "You got a problem?" Lynn subtly shifted herself, placing herself just in-between Alex and Peter.