While Edward was fretting over the tardiness of the team, Greyson "Grey" Argent idled near the doorway, trying as hard as he could to not flip out and start knocking furniture over. Having been raised by a very official and militaristic family, his agitation was understandable - he was practically OCD when it came to doing things by the book. Only instead of fixing the problem, he punched it in the face.<br/><br/>Grey gave his team leader a glance as the faunus move away from the girls' side of the room, his face as red as a beet. Despite his withheld irritation, Grey couldn't help but chuckle quietly to himself at how silly the situation was.<span style="font-style: italic">The leader of a team, afraid of his troops. What a cruel joke!</span><br/><br/>"Hey, at least they have motivation to get ready faster..." Grey said, not looking at Ed in an attempt to hide his chuckling from the leader. It went without saying that the 'motivation' was to beat Ed up as revenge for his accidental peeping.