<span style="color: #00BF00">Merrin sighed. It was obvious to her that Trisha had no interest in entertaining her pathetic little competition. She was too busy training the other, stronger predators in the class to pay a weakling like herself any mind. Merrin quietly left the class into the abandoned locker room, where she had planned on meeting Mass later with the worn-out instructor. No doubt he would be along soon and very disappointed that Merrin returned empty handed. Merrin silently undressed and removed her glasses, stuffing them into an empty locker nearby. She stepped onto the chilly-wet tile floor of the showers and turned on one of the nozzles, washing off the sweat from her work-out in the semi-warm water. Her arms stung from the heavy weights she'd lifted in the class, and she knew that Mass would be along shortly.</span>