Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20151030042136/@comment-24304510-20151110050635

The beginnings of the trademark scowl were starting to work their way onto Vihrea's face. In her mind, she seemed to be the only one taking the project seriously. Most of her group looked to be lost in their own little worlds, and that irritated her. Compound that with the visit to Ozpin's office, and it wasn't hard to see why the weaponsmith's mood was souring.

"Nah." She rebuked Tanner's offering of jerky, not out of contempt for him, but from her own mood making her disagreeable. "Maybe his bird'll want some." Vihrea jerked her head towards Neon and his companion, trying to shift the focus of the conversation away from her for the moment so she could collect her thoughts and simmer down.

She continued to stew as she led the group into the building which housed the professor's offices.