Angela nodded in response to Donta, "Yeah it was pretty crazy. I am just glad that those hours I spend 'wasting', according to my mother, in the TAM simulator program actually paid off. Though I had hoped to show off my skills during my application to the Academy; still I guess this was better then not being able to help at all. Right?" she asked him with a nervous smile, followed by an awkward pause of sorts before she went on. "Look about yesterday..." she pauses again to look down at her desk "I'm sorry..." she said softly not meeting his eyes as she continued on. "I have a...history with Ferals that well...lets just say even that is really no excuse for how I acted toward you and everyone else. Watching the poachers cruelly mow down those ferals....I mean picking on them and harassing is one thing, but killing them...that's just not something that I could see myself ever doing. No matter how much hate I have or have had in the past" She looked up now to meet his eyes, "So I am sorry and I am going to try and get over my past and move toward something better. Its not going to be easy as this is something that I have been doing for the majority of my life, but I am going to try and I would like to start by possibly being your friend. If that is ok with you?" she spoke to him with a sincerity and true conviction, she meant every words that she said and while she may still have a general dislike of ferals she was going to try and get over it.<br/><br/>Waiting for his response she heard Kat ask a feral she had not seen before in school and who honestly looked like she should be laid up in some bed then hanging around at school especially since it was not mandatory to even come in today. "I would and in a way I do too" she spoke up answering the question. When they turned to look at her she explained, "Given everything you and your people have suffered at our hands I am surprised there has not been a feral uprising of some kind. Being treated like second class citizens, having to put up with people like me and the poachers. Hell if I was a feral I would hate humans, hate them all and go about my day trying to damage the humans while trying to improve the lives of all ferals" she paused with a smirk, "However I have a bit of a temper so you can't really take what I say for the average everyday person. My mother likes to call me damaged and I call her a fat bitch since she only keeps me around for the foster care money she receives monthly as a stipend for housing and caring for me" she finished with a shrug as if she really did not care what that woman thoughts which was completely true.