<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/N4lStza.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michael 'Mike' S. Astragalus<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 (12:45 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Halls<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Syra, Open!<br/><hr/><br/>"Can't argue with that rationale. Though usually people would order additional things after they get here, I figure... Doesn't seem like a problem to you though." Michael hummed. The way her outfit responded to the few presses of assorted buttons, he couldn't help but wonder if there really was more to her than just being a student. It was no secret that the capabilities many people had let them act like they were heroes... Or villains. Where did she fall, he wondered.<br/><br/>"Just a tool, huh? Use it to get what you want... Cold reasoning for sure, but I can't say anything without knowing ones history." He frowned, closing his water and slipping it into his pocket before he looked her over. "As a tool it must be trained in many ways then... That mean you're good in a fight?" He asked with a smile.