"Good question" Dion replied seemingly to himself. Dion was sitting a few seats away from where Ros sat herself. His unkempt black hair obscured most of his face. Sitting in a stained black undershirt and uniform pants hunched over his bowl. He had both arms on either side of his food, guarded. A snarl sat on his face as he mushed whatever this place decided to call food. He fiddled with his food a moment longer, then stopped the snarl on his face. He had decided something.<br/><br/>Amused with his response to the obviously rhetorical question Dion took another bite of whatever it was. He raised his head and flicked some scraggly bangs from his face revealing a deep scar and olive green eyes. He flashed a half grin as he took a look at Ros. Then gave a rising half nod. He wanted to see her mettle he heard the whistle and the subsequent chuckles of the other guys. Would she retaliate? He didn't know, but he was in a shit mood and figured no matter the outcome it would be a good laugh.