Cantonese. Well, if nothing else the clusterfuck today was probably going to turn into had introduced her to Salt. Oh, he was surprisingly pleasant and she surprisingly did not mind his nicknamery, but she'd make additional mental notes because that was not a language she'd run into in the circles she ran in. Also he sounded like he had some strong opinions on the whole mess of their homework and she might actually have an excuse if Dustin asked her later where the fuck she'd been. She could argue she was working through her homework with a classmate low ranked enough he didn't have to get up in arms or offended.<br/><br/>Eh. It might work.<br/><br/>She followed after Salt, matching his pace quickly despite being a fair bit shorter. She was more than used to having to hurry to keep up, Dustin was stupid tall and her two previous claimers had been almost as tall.<br/><br/>"Eh. Not if I had any say about it." She answered with a disinterested shrug. "It's not like I've got any use for it and I've got a mountain of homework from Chem and Professor Bluford's Pre-Modern War tactics seminar. But Dustin will probably want to drag me along for the duels happening after the talk so believe it or not so chicken tenders and homework was my lunch plan."<br/><br/>She didn't<i>say </i>she was trying to avoid Dustin as long as she could. She didn't even imply it. But it might have been something someone coming from a class of reading between the lines could pick up on.<br/><br/>Probably not.<br/><br/>Though as they made it into the cafeteria and she went from being one of a handful of top caped girls running through the halls to the<i>only </i>one in tower clothes... yeah. Maybe she wasn't fooling anyone that she was slumming it just for the lunch choices.<br/><br/>"Wanna work on the homework together?" She asked, trying to not act as uncomfortable as she suddenly felt.