"Morning boys," Thea crowed, as she sat down at the table with them, "How's that bruise, by the way? Might want to put some ice on it." She said. She seemed chipper for some reason. Lucas's demeanor had changed quite substantially as well. Gone was the serious, overly formal tone and register to his voice. The good doctor even had the playful sensibility to tease her a bit.<br/><br/>"Well, don't you seem chipper this morning, Theadora." Gerhard poked and prodded the purple/bluish swollen flesh underneath his neck and on the lower side of his face, "I'm actually a bit worried about it. It doesn't seem to hurt at all, which is kind of strange. Well, more so than just 'kind', I suppose. Which reminds me!"<br/><br/>Gerhard smashed his fist into the palm of his other hand, as one might do when suddenly remembering some important fact or objective. "Amato, I signed onto this, and I'm not backing out, mind you. Still, I never did get to ask what my abilities are, or would be. I've been feeling different as of late, all though... that's about it. I can't quite figure out what, but I know something is..."<br/><br/>As Gerhard asked this question, he let his voice trail off into a kind of drawl. There was no real point in continuing, as he was sure Amato would answer his question in good time. Gerhard suddenly heard Dan wander into the cafeteria. Noticing the other three, the guy walked over to the table in his own adorable little way, like a tiger that thinks it's a duck. "That's quite an image, actually" Gerhard thought to himself.<br/><br/>He scanned his eyes back to the other two, and suddenly noticed that Theadora was wearing a waist and thigh holster. He clicked his tongue and whistled. "Well... where'd you get those two holsters, Thea? Sexy." Dan spoke up, asking about the Bruises that adorned Gerhard's face.<br/><br/>"Hm? Ah. The Mouse was just teaching me how to wrestle last night. She can get pretty brutal, and I don't think she plays fair, either." Gerhard responded, somewhat absentmindedly. He walked over to the counter and had himself a cup of coffee. The piping hot liquid felt good in his mouth, and the caffeine seemed to work wonders as well. Indeed, despite his upbeat attitude, his muscles continued to ache ever so slightly. He felt as though he had been lifting weights, which maybe wasn't all that unusual, given the circumstances.<br/><br/>Gerhard opened the little brown fridge that was stationed underneath the counter. The sound of clinking glasses mixed with rustling plastic, such that he emerged with a whole loaf of wheat-rye bread. Sitting back down, he broke it in half and handed a piece to Lucas. He himself stirred some cream into the coffee . He dipped his half into it and slowly munched on coffee flavored goodness.<br/><br/>"Mm...carbohydrates."