[B]Gratia Mindaro - An Old Friend[/B]

Gratia skillfully removed the wrapper on her strawberry lollipop, scrunching it up in her hand. She glanced down at the rounded piece of candy, taking note of the scent for a single second, before popping it into her mouth with a casualness one would not usually expect of her. The flavour was as expected of cheap, mass-produced sweets for the unwashed fools that made up the general population, but she didn't mind. Only a truly retarded ignoramus would care so much for the supposed luxury of a fucking lollipop of all things - assigning such a quality to hardened sucrose was utterly ridiculous.

"[color=66cd00]Finish your food first,[/color]" was the Mistralese huntress' toneless reply as she removed the lollipop from her mouth for a second. "[color=66cd00]Did your nanny not fucking tell you to eat a healthy breakfast before doing anything strenuous?[/color]"

The lollipop returned to her mouth.

There were several plans of action that Gratia knew she could undertake thus far. In order to burn down the scum that called themselves the Dodici Cosca, deprive them of their merchandise and gather enough evidence of their criminal activities for the law to take action (and thereby cripple their administration), she would have to return to the compound. However, the question was whether or not to expose Nuit to greater danger, especially in the Faunus' current diminished state. While the birdbrain was capable, the starvation and torture had definitely left her teammate horribly hurt. It would not be conducive to combat.

"[color=66cd00]I will be driving back,[/color]" she continued, voice unchanged. "[color=66cd00]Those fucks still expect me to be delivering you to some whorehouse.[/color]"

That gave her an opening to return without suspicion.

However.

"[color=66cd00]Nuit. What do you want to do?[/color]"