Rina stared up coldly at him when he joined her at the table. She listened, taking a bite of food here and there as he spoke. There was an awkward silence for a few moments when he was finished as Rina finished the bite, and took a long drink. Rina brought the cup from her lips, staring down into it for a few seconds before returning her gaze to the boy. "Greg, huh...I guess I'll stick with Writely." she said, setting the cup down on the table. "After all, what kind of name is Greg for a...how old<em>are</em>you, anyway? I mean...you're kinda short for a guy...well..even for a girl, really." Blunt...yet again. That's just the way she was, though. Butterfree hovered next to her, happily eating at the rice ball until it was gone.