[i]Approaching Antwon normally, they place one can in front of them and smiled softly. “I apologize for that, I was out of line… and you’re right, I don’t have any real answers,” looking up, they smiled a bit more, trying to give off warmer feeling. 

“If you feel like hitting me for what I said, then I understand. My advice was crude, and I know when I’m in the wrong, just know that we will have to get along since we will be on the same team.”[/i]

Antwon, still hanging upside down like a koala, still peeved, didn't bother to look in Korie's direction; but he did snatch the coffee from her hand. He waited for her... him... he didn't know what to make of the situation, to leave. [i]No, actually. We certainly [u]don't[/u] have to get along,[/i] Antwon thought, his emotions having gotten the better of him. There was no team, yet, as far as he was concerned. The lot of them would have to at least make it through one battle (an actual battle, mind you, not a simulation) and actually survive to be considered such, as far as Ant was concerned. And even then, they were not a team by choice. In any case, Korie certainly didn't leave a good first impression on Antwon, and it would take more than a lukewarm cup of coffee to convince him that they were of any value in character; most certainly after such a brazen, personal, below-the-belt assault.

Antwon, upside down, noticed Zan in particular, who was off in his own far corner, doing some physical training of sorts. Ant couldn't help but admire someone who was as visibly dedicated, seemingly far more aware of how best to use his time compared with the rest of his peers, who were either skulking about just like Ant, or playing games. Zan's behavior made a particular impression on him. From Ant's ledge, he started doing some curls of his own, attempting to emulate Zan's training regimen.