The tri-blooded woman looked over towards the mess hall and grinned, knowing that she'd go and instead of eating, Azalea would drink about two bottles of water to fill her stomach without weighing her down. But before so, she stood in her place and did her usual stretches. Her unnaturally flexible body took little or no warming up to perform, as her abilities were both unique and natural to her. The woman stood as straight as could be, raising her arms over her head. She then began to lean back, til her knees were bent and her body hovered about two feet off the ground. Her arms extended to her sides, calves tight at the weight of her body extending out. Her back felt the strain, but the feeling was a good one to Azalea. She crossed her arms over her chest and then while keeping them in that position, raised them over her head and held them folded on her back, shoulders having slipped out of place and now rolling back. Her body came back up to a stand and she unhooked her arms, drawing them up and forward, feeling her shoulders pop back into place quietly. Then she dropped into a squat, leaning towards one leg and extending the other, bringing it up to her face and twisting her leg somehow so that her knee bent and her calve muscle pressed against her opposing shoulder. She released, and repeated with the other leg, before finally calling it quits with warming up.<br/><br/>Azalea rolled her shoulders twice more, moving then for the mess hall. As she moved for the door, she glanced at Bojangles. Her dark silvery hues gazed over his form, her cryptic gaze seemed to lack pupils unless someone was within inches of her. Her hues admired the black and white paint of the clown, though she did not like clowns. Azalea's gaze tore away though, as her hands tenderly pushed her way inside, her painted silver nails grazing the sides of her navel as she returned them to her body.<br/><br/>Slipping inside she moved with an ethereal gliding grace towards the back, eyes dancing down to meet both Elizabeth's and Zandall's, a tiny vague grin on her dark charcoal gray lips as she did so. Then she moved further, finally reaching what drinks there were at the bar, and ignoring the slight mess before grasping two bottles of water. Azalea then edged over to a table by herself, where she sat on the edge and crossed her legs. Her fingers unscrewed the cap of one bottle, and she put it to her lips. Then, without much hesitance, she began to drink down the water without much hesitation. When the first bottle was done, she crunched the plastic and tossed it into a waste bin, then continued on to her second bottle, drinking that one more slowly, sip by sip as she gazed over at Zandall and Elizabeth with that same vague grin before she returned to look at the entrance to the hall.