Victor bristled at the trainer's gesture. He was sure she meant to be upbeat with it, but he found it annoying. 

He was leaning back in his seat, not really paying attention to her. The name tag on his uniform read 'SILVA,' and his outfit appeared to be one or two sizes too big for him. His black hair was shaved on one side, and it was long and braided on the other, ending in bright green highlights. Victor's hazel eyes flashed as the instructor's attention shifted to him, conveying his slight disdain toward her attitude. He smirked a bit at her question, but there was no happiness behind it.

"[i]Déjame en paz, payasa,[/i]" he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes. Then, he glanced over at the table and gestured vaguely at what looked to be a metal box with a light bulb affixed to it.

"How about that? Is it some kind of [i]fantasma[/i]-catching equipment, or do you just put your leftovers in it?"

The question was serious, but Victor laughed a bit at his own joke.