He wasn't the only one studying. Blue eyed him closely over the rim of her glass, taking stock of the body of injuries in front of her. He looked like someone that had taken a tumble down a mountain and then decided it was a good idea to take dancing lessons from a pack of Scythers. The trainer had done at least one of those, so she didn't feel like it was far off the mark.

She took a sip, slower and less needy. It was mostly a front to begin with, a reason to bring him some. Blue set it aside after a moment, grabbing the pitcher again.

"Anymore? Why don't we take a seat, eh?"