Thalia watched as the girl walked away quickly, feeling a little sorry. "Hey now," she warned back in Fox's direction after his small outburst. "Everyone's just trying to get by here." She cracked a smile, excusing herself for a moment to get another milkshake. When she came back she took a seat in front of Fox and slid him the milkshake. "I came here in hopes of ridding myself of the labels of high school but it's actually worse here. Of course, though, everyone here has been handed everything their whole life." She rolled her eyes and continued to layer the napkins over the spill, soon picking them all up together. A tall guy, bearing a letterman jacket was walking behind her and she tossed the napkins up onto his tray, assuming he was taking it to the trash. He turned, almost menacingly, and his eyes dropped down to her before taking in her own lettered jacket she wore for the soccer team. With a smirk he made his way without a word.

"So, Fox," she turned back to him and away from the jocks walking by, "You play sports here?" She smiled and fixed her jacket, pulling her hair up into a high ponytail.