Grey simply sat there, sipping on his coffee and meditating on the plight of the faunas as Ed spoke.<br/><br/>He hadn't met anyone from the White Fang before, but he could tell just by looking at the team leader that he was definitely a veteran from the violently radical faunas group. He held himself like somebody with sufficient combat experience, but the kind that he wanted to put to better use than he had in the past. Grey had known a couple of people like that in his childhood: "friends" of his mother, mostly, who were seeking to redeem themselves. They were some of the strongest people he had ever met.<br/><br/>Knowing that Quinn had been worshiped as a Goddess prior to her joining Beacon didn't really surprise Grey. He had never really heard of any other nine-tailed faunas prior to meeting her; and she certainly had the looks to back it up (though Grey didn't feel like she was his type).<br/><br/>Grey took another sip of his coffee and got started on his french toast. Today was going to be a long day. He could feel it. Best eat up now, while he still had the chance.