<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/998616803125252178/998754091515781161/unknown.png?width=469&amp;height=625)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Zephyr Torres</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>&lt;Origin Path&gt;</strong>: Latch Key Kid, +2 dice unused<br/><strong>&lt;Role Path&gt;</strong>: Hacker, +2 dice unused<br/><strong>&lt;Pantheon Path&gt;</strong>: Hermes Love Child, +2 dice unused<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised &lt;Add extra Bruised levels as necessary.&gt;<br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Classroom 103<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>“Should learn to record the lecture. Most phones and tablets have pretty advanced microphones on them now and recording equipment. Get the right app and you can listen from across the room.”<br/><br/>Zephyr was simply behind the forming group now. Her hand still working over the surface of her phone though now she had the device in one hand while her other worked the single strap over her shoulder. During the time the group took to form she had donned a long, brown coat that seemed to hide the exact shape and form of her body. Stylish yet non-descriptive, she seemed apt to step onto a subway in New York or down the streets of London without anyone being the wiser. The tattered baseball and converse shows the only things to set her apart truly from so many others.<br/><br/>“Food is good though.” Zephyr glanced upward to see the reaction on the faces of everyone else before looking back toward her phone when it gave a small chirp like the fluttering of wings. “They have their menu posted up by the way. A couple of hamburger options, including an impossible burger. If you are curious.”<br/><br/>Something was muttered under her breath but whether in response to her phone or someone actually standing beside her there was no indication.<br/><br/><br/>