**"Thanks for the candy, dear. Save Drake 'n I a seat, wouldja?"**

A vein angrily throbbed in her temple. _"Dear!? Who the hell does he think he is calling me by nicknames and baby names?"_ She grumbled and muttered quietly to herself, she half wanted to sprint back out of the mess hall and deck Leonce one. A quiet, rational part of her mind told her that wouldn't make the best impression. She really needed to eat. Like her father, her fuse shortens whenever she's tired or hungry. Thinking about it, she hoped it wouldn't become a problem in future team exercises. Still fuming, she walked through the line with her tray and utensils. Piling an assortment of starchy carbohydrates, proteins, and vegetables onto her plate, she found a seat by her lonesome in a corner of the mess hall. Nearly slamming her tray on the table, she sat her butt down and crossed her arms. Glaring at her food, she wanted to just shovel the food into her face and leave the mess hall as soon as possible to evade Drake and...Leonce.

But sighing, she let her rage fizzle away at the sight and smell of the hot food in front of her. Plus, it would be some embarrassing sight if she was caught chowing down like a pig. Not to mention uncomfortable memories of her father scolding her for her poor table manners and etiquette. After a long day of training with him, she just wanted to stuff her face and go to sleep. She learned real quick that your mood should never be an excuse to be disgusting. Closing her eyes and clasping her hands together, she thanked whoever prepared and cooked the food silently and picked up her utensils. Neatly and slowly, she ate.

As she ate, she quickly started to feel better and better. As her mood improved, she rewound the most recent events in her head. Slowly, she realized that she may have acted rather abrasive towards Drake and Leonce. Maybe not externally, but sure as hell in her head. She started to feel rather bad for being rude to them. She would have to make that up to them. Now that she was partially fed and feeling better, she would have to apologize and make nice whenever they would eventually come to sit near her.