<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d0/dc/92/d0dc92c15b16a3c5a862b98103af0eac.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Ksenia Ashlace (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356551#msg16356551)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Combat boots, black jeans and a grey tank top<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Vancouver Institute mess hall / corridors<br/><strong>DATE/TIME:</strong>July 6, mid-morning or so<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Time to fight the hunger<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Delilah | Open<hr/>An amused chuckle rolled off Ksenia's slightly pursed lips as they walked to the mess hall, guided by the more experienced and significantly less traumatized of the two feminine figures. Kay admired how Delilah moved with relative confidence despite being in bed for so long from that bump on the head - which she felt awful about - and enjoyed taking some respite from all the new mind bending discoveries that were rapidly accumulating to... just real talk. It felt natural with Delilah and she put her guard down even though Ksenia never met her before yesterday morning.<br/><br/>"Heh, yeah. No surprise here but we do a lot of our work in the night time when a lot of those things that go bump are out. Unless we're heading to a glamoured club or something run by warlocks. Mundanes can't actually see all those things the way you do, so..." She swivelled a bit on her hip to peer sidelong at Delilah with a raised hand motion, "it's pretty easy to go around without raising too much suspicion."<br/><br/>Before continuing to answer Delilah's questions as promised, Ksenia outstretched her hand to push open the black doors with frosted interior leading to the mess hall. It was a giant room with yet another vaulted ceiling and rows of tables - plus the requisite hot tables in the back. Immediately an assault of well known smells would be thick in the air and more than enough to make most people come back for seconds.<br/><br/>Without skipping a beat Ksenia carried on, "You were out for a little over a day. I was getting kinda worried you wouldn't wake up." A strong desire to steer the conversation elsewhere made the Shadowhunter plug at typical fallback topics. "So, what's your go-to breakfast? We can scrounge it up and chill long enough to maybe scratch the surface of all your questions, until the others get here." Lydia passed on news that Ksenia's core group of friends returned from a mission that morning so she suspected she'd run into at least one of them soon in the commons or personal quarters - and she had to mentally prepare for it.