[@ERode][@Nanaya]

[color=007236]"Damn shame. I skipped breakfast today, you know."[/color] She cracks a smile, one lacking malice. If she wasn't joking before, she is, at the very least, joking now. 

The smile only fades once she registers Chloe's glare. That was...also unexpected. She locks eyes and blinks twice - once quickly, as if in shock, and then once more, slowly, as if calming a territorial cat. Her gaze then darts her gaze back towards Professor Alto. She full on grimaces now, but dares say nothing. If this would be her new normal, so be it. She would adapt and she would learn - that was the whole reason she was here, after all. [s]If she were able to surpass her brother in marksmanship, she can [b]-[/b] no, must [b]-[/b] surpass him as a healer.[/s] 

But that didn't mean she had to pretend to like it. She would give a small nod and a grumble, still grimacing. Her expression doesn't soften much when she turns to Davil.

[color=007236]"Worry less 'bout waste and more about improvement, Davil. If your classmates thought this a waste, they wouldn't have hel-"[/color]

She cuts off abruptly. Her eyes widen, ears picking up something [i]else [/i] among the chatter.

Arrows.

Her hands were on her rifle before Otis even spoke. The sound of gunfire - her rifle had not been silenced - her only response to the Strigidae, her aim focused on the bows rather than the mannequins. It was a slim target, but she's had to aim for worse.