She passed Darius without a word or gesture, the small woman apparently not perturbed by the whole ordeal. She made her way upstairs to the female's floor, washed her face and got the flour off before making her way back down. She could hear the commotion outside as she neared the door, her gaze focusing on her training partner. Why did he seem to have so much pent up aggression? Why was he even angry? He hadn't been the one hit with flour. Yes, it set her behind schedule a few minutes, but it wasn't something that could easily be recovered.<br/><br/>'<span style="font-style: italic">Rea, no. You do not ask, you do not question. People are the way they are, nothing more. You are a soldier, you take orders, you do not question anything.</span>' She told herself mentally. She wasn't going to ask him, even as he cut that young man's arm and released him. It wasn't her place to ask. "Darius." She stepped behind him, his name spoken with that empty voice. She was as she had always been, as she would be. "We're going to be late." It was a simple statement, one that wasn't really true. But she was one to keep to a tight schedule. It was the most she had spoken in one morning, then again, she probably wouldn't speak any that day.