Arthur
She had a bit of fun with the forklift, but *God* She's hungry. She hasn't eaten in 3 hours, which may be normal for a normal person, but not Tiffany. She needs to eat a lot more than an average person, so she's walking swiftly in the direction of the cafeteria. 

The food there is f'in bangin, y'know?
Stella
*In walks a total newcomer to the whole damn place. About 5"6', with a duffel bag full of things over one shoulder.*

*He's looking around like he doesn't know where the fuck anything is. Because... Well, he doesn't know where the fuck anything is.*
Arthur
He may be 5'6, but she's 6'2. And still growing, albeit not much. It's the Bull genes. 

As she's walking by, she slows. Someone else is here... Looks lost. She may not be much help if he's looking for a nerd place like the library or the study hall, but..

"Hey!" She has no concept of an inside voice. "You good? You look, like, ultra confused."
Stella
*His head whipped around to see a woman who was eight whole inches taller than him...*

*God damn.*

"Yeah! Uh- Tryna find a place eat. I could eat a whole whale right now. You know where the food's at?"
Arthur
Another fun detail is that her grins are always toothy. And her canines are sharp. Sharper than they should naturally be. The dentist hates her, probably. 

"Yo! Same! Whale meat actually sounds *Great.*" She's never had it but..

"Hell yeah I know where to find food! C'mon, I was heading to the kitchen myself. Name's Tiff. You?"
Stella
*She's kinda hot actually, he thinks to himself.*

"Name's Tyrae. I just got here, new kid and whatever. No idea what's where."
Arthur
"Ohhh! I get it. Newbie. Well, nice to meet ya Tyrae. I'm one of the cooler people here." Whether or not that's true or if she's joking is unimportant.

"Yeah, it's just down this hallway, I think! That's the cool thing about the Cradle- you just keep goin' down the hallways. We have a bit of time til we get there. What do you do, like, ability wise?"
Stella
*Struts along behind her*

"Fire, fire and more fire. I'm a pyro." *He holds out his hand in a finger-gun way, and a flame appears on the top of his finger.*

"It heals people if I do this-" *The flame goes from the usual flame colors people associate with fire to being straight up golden in color.*
Arthur
"Ahhh, that's neat! My thing is being built like an ox. Literally. BAHA!" She laughs at her own joke. This is very normal for Tiffany.

"I'm mostly super strong, eat super lots," That's not proper grammar but who cares, "And am just, overall, *Preeeetty* Super." She snickers again. May as well make the impression of being cool on this guy.
Stella
"Damn. I make stuff sometimes too. Ever seen someone bend steel with their bare hands? I do that a lot, since, well, I'm pretty much fireproof."

"Comes I'm pretty handy when I turn some random chunk of metal into a badass sword. Which I *Also* Do. Not to brag."
Arthur
"Oh that's cool! I do weightlifting and sports and- well. I *Did*. I was like, the *Carrier* Of my school's women's football team. You know, *American football,* Cause apparently football means, like, soccer? Wild, man."

The thing about making swords is cool..

"Y'know, I'm more of a fist brawler myself! That's real cool though, if that's your style. I prefer hand to hand, in the moment, use of your surroundings, all that cool stuff. Sparring is a passion. Ares is gonna spar me one day." She will not forget about that.

She also makes the assumption that Tyrae knows who Ares is.
Stella
*Tyrae does the little whistle thing someone does in moments of being wowed.*

"Sounds like no one picked on you in grade school. I prefer to just blowtorch some poor bastard if they come at me. I'm talking straight up jaws of a dragon wide open and full blast. Woooooooosh."

*He likes this absolute refrigerator on legs already.*
Arthur
She laughs again- loud. "Yeah, nah. People didn't really pick on me until.." She shrugs. "Well, they don't anymore."

She smirks. Tiffany is not ashamed of what she did to get here. She wasn't defending herself so much as she was defending her father. And she'd do it again. No one gets to talk bad about Mortimer. 

"I get the appeal but like.. Fighting's about honor to an extent, y'know? Obviously in life and death you do what you gotta, but in general, a win isn't always worth the ass you gotta make outta yourself to get there." She almost sounds wise. Almost. She's not wise. 

She's very dumb.
Stella
"I don't really fight people much. I mean- I barbecued a guy's face and that's what got me here but I'm not a badass by any means. I just like to make stuff and light stuff on fire sometimes."

*God DAMN he had the hungies*
Arthur
"Oh, *Neat!*" She looks back at him with the wide grin. "I did something similar myself. Someone was bein' a bitch about my dad so I punched em. Unfortunately I punch with a *Lotta* Force if I'm not careful, and now his nose is kinda.. Gone??" She looks back just in time to nearly run into a wall, readjusting to not ram into it. 

"Wild." 

"Oh hey! There it is! Knew it was this way."
Stella
"Sweet. What do they got around here to eat anyway? Hope it's something good. Haven't ate in something like 10 hours." *Walky walky walky.*
Arthur
"Oh they got a *Lot* Of stuff." She opens the doors into the cafeteria. "Hey, we're pretty damn lucky that weird distortion thing isn't in here. Apparently it, like, can copy your powers and uh.. Comatize you." That's not. A word. But she doesn't know. 

She's also definitely not the right person to be explaining ***Armando*** To the newbie, when she's pretty green herself and is, also, you know, stupid.

"Kay! Lookin' for meat? Sweets? Plants? Let's narrow it down."
Stella
*Tyrae looked at her like she just spoke a language he didn't understand, and was about to ask who the hell Armando was until-*

"Ahhhhh- Meat! I want something with some protein in it. I'm starving over here!" *He was joking but the vibe was good right now.* "Let's see if they got whale meat."
Arthur
They get along pretty well so far. She's glad.

"They don't got *Whale* Meat, but they have pretty good stuff. Nothin' like that typical cafeteria food shit." Not that Tiff really minded that stuff either. So long as she got enough to eat. Which... She did at home, but the school portions were never enough.

Tiffany scans the room with her eyes quickly, pausing briefly. No caution tape, no warning signs... The spot isn't in here. Realistically, she knows it's not, people report on its location whenever it changes. And she wouldn't even know what she was looking for in the first place. But.. It's still a relief. 

That thing scares her.
She can't protect people from it.
Stella
"Damn, really? The good stuff huh? Well then lemme get uhhhhhh *All of it" He said with a wicked glint in his eyes and he instantly dug into whatever they had out. He was, however, classy enough about it to grab a food tray and go around to snatch up some of damn near every bit of food he could fit on that thing.*

*Then when they sat down, he asked* "So... How's this place work?"