Sehrab turned to Glaive with a smile on his face. "Can you believe this? The transy want's me to apologize to her teddy bear." He laughed. About half a second later, his expression turned violent. He snatched a steak knife from beside his plate and grabbed Altair by her collar. He dragged her closer to his face.<br/><br/>"If you don't respect yourself, why should I?" he asked. "If you want to change genders, maybe you should have started praying to a god that believed in that sort of thing. I, however, am in no mood to deal with someone like you."<br/><br/>He stabbed the knife into Altair's dress and the table, trapping her there. Then he got up, tossed the still half-full tray of food in the trash, and started making his way out of the lunch room.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Tyr hurried behind Ikaria. "I don't want to repeat myself," he began. "Have you seen Fexiryn?"