Well.
It was quite difficult to do anything now. She could go back to training, perhaps messing around with the axe that was left on the weapon rack, but she wasn’t exactly in the mood for it. Lavana really doubted anyone wanted to talk to her at the moment either- people didn’t exactly flock to you after you punch your teammate and get carried across the room by another.
She made up her mind though. Her eyes scanned the room, trying to find someone familiar- she was going to bother someone if they liked it or not. It was the only way she’d make herself feel better, calm her down so she was not as tense or pissed off. It really depended on the person she was talking to, though- for example, picking Alberto would just worsen the situation.
Among the sea of training tributes and a few idly talking, she spotted a familiar head of green hair. Ah! Wonderful. She almost forgot he was here. The man wasn’t exactly her favorite person on the planet- pretty low on the list, actually- but she enjoyed bothering him and their squabbles were usually harmless. It was incredibly easy to irritate him as well, and by looking at the expression on his face, he was already angry or at least unamused.
"Proton! My favorite person!” Lavana called, already making her way over towards him. She was waving her hand in the air like an idiot, trying to get his attention. A wide grin was plastered on her face as she got closer to him, enough to talk at a volume that wasn’t calling the attention of the rest of the room. “How are you?” Her voice was unfittingly cheery, keeping in mind what happened almost five minutes ago.
He really wasn't in the mood. After the short encounter with Emma, what little joy about just anything he could think of at the time had left and replaced with the usual feeling of anger, drowsiness, the ache that stretched from his shoulders to his knuckles that came with irritation. He hadn't been happy when Lavana made the stupid as shit move to hit Alberto, had been even less joyful when the taller girl left to pull her off of him.
He was just about ready to do the same when he saw that Lavana had chosen him as her next option for conversation after Alberto had to leave to wash up. He could already hear the ringing in his ears that came with speaking to her, clenched his fist as soon as she called out. He wasn't anywhere near dumb enough to hit her, give her her first target in the area (she was damn lucky Alberto was on her team. He knew he could and would kill her if she wasn't), but that wouldn't stop him from thinking about it.
Settling for just staring at her as she made her way across the room, he continued the pattern of clenching, unclenching, leaving small marks in his palm whenever he did. He wanted his gloves back. He was uncomfortable, irritated, and ready to go off as soon as the next words left her mouth.
"I'm wonderful," More clenching. "Absolutely great, all things considered."
