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[ While SeeD exams are very interesting and all, truthfully, it's hard to say that Claire really cares that much about them when in they're in the process of taking place. For her, today isn't that much different than any other day. Just more time to try and find something to do while school isn't currently in session, right?

To those who saw the instructor during the duration of the... phenomenon recently, she certainly looks different now- her hooded cape is gone, and even though it might be slowly growing cooler outside, after so long wearing the amount of clothing that had been required to protect her during the day, she's very glad things are back to normal.

For more reasons than one, of course... but for now and most obviously to an outsider's eye, she definitely seems determined to soak up all of the sunlight now that she can again, given her ~~practically trademarked~~ short skirt and a high-collared - but sleeveless - top in neutral colors. Most of the morning, she can be found at the quad, flipping through a number of books as if she's looking for something...

Eventually, though, she leaves the school entirely. Considering she's bringing along the bronze-colored gunblade she bought in this world, it looks like she's probably off to fight monsters outside of those found in the training center. And yet she doesn't go far, and now there's a pink-haired fighter sitting on top of an old fence left behind years before, half lost in thought and cutting up what looks a lot like a large taproot of some kind with a long knife.

Why? Take a guess.

Apparently, Claire has managed to find a sight even natives of this world might be surprised to witness- at least here in Balamb. Before long, a large and very yellow something steps tentatively out of the nearby trees, and after a few seconds of consideration, comes just close enough to take a bit of vegetable out of the attentive woman's outstretched hand.

Random wild chocobo, anyone? Just don't make any sudden moves... ]

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[And she argued with him even then. He's not completely unwary. But she did it intelligently, at least...so maybe she's worth talking to, and maybe whatever she's doing with this bird is important.]

No. Is that so strange? I imagine there are creatures you've never seen, as well.

[He speaks softly and calmly, and as he does so he lowers into a slight crouch in hopes of frightening the chocobo less.]

[ And yet to Claire, not knowing what a chocobo is... is like not knowing what a cat or dog is either. Fenris must come from a very strange world indeed, even if she holds her tongue on saying so...

She's more busy trying to patch up her mistake, anyway. She shakes her head, then turns her attention back to the bird as she takes in a deep breath. Honestly, she's not all that familiar with animals in general - not really even the tamed beasts PSICOM often employed for their own uses - so she's a little clueless in what might be best.

Trying to talk to the chocobo is out of the question though, with Fenris there. Instead she just throws the rest of the greens she'd had in-hand to the ground, remains silent and as nonthreatening as she can manage, and hopes that he'll at least do the same as well for maybe a minute more. ]

[The look he trains on her is puzzled, though not as much so as the look he gives the chocobo. After a moment, he just sits down against the tree and watches the strange bird. And Claire. Maybe he'll learn something?

Though he's not sure if there's anything worth learning about a giant yellow bird.]

[ To Claire's disappointment, however, the chocobo doesn't really seem interested in her for long after it's devoured the last of the goods. It peers at her a moment once finished, trills a long note... and then turns to disappear again, amazingly quick for such a brightly-colored, large animal.

Maybe next time...?

She scoffs quietly as she slides off the fence to follow behind a few feet, then bends to pick something up, seeming to pause. When she comes back though, she doesn't bother climbing over- it doesn't even seem to faze her in the slightest as she simply puts a hand on top of the chest-high fence and vaults over, or the hand-length yellow feather left after the chocobo's departure.

Her lips are pressed together as she regards her impromptu companion. ]

What are you doing out here, anyway?

[He starts a bit at that noise from the chocobo, but manages not to react too much otherwise, and once it's gone, he rises back to his usual tense position, shoulders braced as if calculating where a blow might come from.

Fenris raises a brow at her.]

Some instructors needed supplies that Garden didn't have on hand.

[ The woman's hands come together, idly twirling the yellow plume between her fingers. ]

Oh, so you're still playing errand-boy, then.

[ Her voice is mild, but that's... just the way she tends to talk anyway- not intentionally condescending (it's pretty damn obvious when she attempts to do that), but all the same, she's not exactly the most sensitive person around, either. ]

[Neither is he, so he can't really object--at least, so long as she's not pushing one of his buttons. And he's been called worse things than errand-boy.]

So it seems. I haven't found a way home yet. Have you?

[Calm and measured, with just the slightest edge of a challenge.]

[ Claire detects that tinge of a challenging tone, although she's careful not to show a reaction. That question... it definitely irritates her, though. It's only her practice at it that keeps her voice firm throughout her answer, and yet also avoiding a departure from its regular evenness. ]

If I had, I wouldn't still be here.

[The fight ebbs carefully from his voice, bled out in the most controlled of fashions. He gives a slight, acknowledging tilt of his head.]

Then we are in agreement on something.

More or less.

[ There's still another pause, however, the woman's wariness here fading only a negligible amount. She blinks with a bit of narrowing to her eyes, but then... the way she shifts her weight afterward, her face turning away slightly and gaze sliding off to the side, is obviously a bit pointed-- as is the deliberately indifferent tone to her voice. ]

If you haven't already, you'll find most of us... displaced... have a thousand reasons or so for wanting out of here. It's not exactly rare.

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