[B]Gratia Mindaro - Vale Streets/Front of Armour Store[/B]

"[color=66cd00]Shitty,[/color]" was her short reply, one tinged with the annoyance of a person who had gone into the world expected something slightly above mediocre, but had those expectations dashed by how less-than-stellar everything was, "[color=66cd00]I'm not sitting with you. Get some exercise and don't be a fatass.[/color]"

Being constantly connected to the Net had always seemed like such a bother to Gratia; one couldn't do anything without being distracted by whatever random crap that popped up on their phones and devices, and she'd seen a large number of people frequently go through their day to day lives with their eyes plastered to their glowing screens. What a waste of time and productivity; they were wasting opportunities to do actual meaningful shit by watching cat porn or whatever floated their boat. She didn't really care for what people watched anyway (nor was she particularly familiar); her own phone was some old dinky thing that could call, send texts (limited by the amount of credit she had), play that Snakes game and browse the inbuilt news application. It was something the huntress barely used anyway, so that was one avenue of procrastination just gone.

Besides, a Scroll was a lot fucking easier to use and she could actually do work on the fucking thing (having an attachable keyboard was a real boon) as well as dick around when she felt like it.

"[color=66cd00]You need a jacket,[/color]" she added after a second. "[color=66cd00]It's a relatively windy day today.[/color]"