Trent turned and began to walk away as the yogurt left his hand, but stopped and glanced back over his shoulder at the sound of commotion. He watched just in time as Lynn appeared from seemingly out of nowhere and snatched Zuka's gift right out of the air. His eyes narrowed a bit as she raced back to her own seat, and flickered from her to Zuka who stood passively watching the sneaky bitch take off with her treat. Trent was aware of what both girls were capable of, and he knew that if the frail girl had so desired, she could have kept her yogurt. With the power she wielded, plus the friends that stuck around her, heavens knew she could put up a fight if she struck a mind to. And yet...<br/><br/>Trent simply shook his head and turned back to Lynn. Some people, he thought, just didn't have any fire in them. And some did. If Zuka wasn't going to put up a fight, he certainly wouldn't do it for her; he'd worked too hard to earn the small freedoms that could lead to the real thing, to lose any of them for disruptive behavior. She might have been frail, but that was no excuse for being a doormat. He figured she probably had her reasons, and left it at that.<br/><br/>He turned again and was about to leave when he noticed the other yogurt cup lying splattered on the ground. [Aw, dammit, Ghost. All you had to do was catch the damn thing; I didn't even throw it that hard!] Trent shook his head and walked on, ignoring Opal's clunking footsteps back toward the cafeteria. His thoughts turned to Lynn again. She was one of the few left in the Institute, either captive or captor, that he had yet to get a reading on. And that bothered him. The others were pretty simple. Zuka was simply resigned to her fate; Opal was anything but, but unlikely ever to make an escape on her own due to the steel they kept feeding her; Pyrite was sort of a bitter jerk, but given his situation one couldn't blame him much; Zircon was simply off-the-wall nuckin' futs; Ghost was a bigger nerd than anything else, a wallflower if Trent had ever seen one; Hunter just wanted out, but didn't seem to have the brains or the patience to wait for his chance; even Bacula and the other doctors were easy enough to figure out. But Lynn... Trent didn't know if she wanted to stay, to escape, to self-destruct, or what. There was a mean streak in that one, like a rattler that just wanted to bite whatever it could find to see how good it could kill.<br/><br/>He didn't like Lynn much, but he damn sure respected her. The same way a dog catcher respected a rabid hound.