[Ada was having.. a fucking day. That was really the only way to describe it. She had a headache that felt like another massive rock from the sky had collided directly with her right frontal lobe. And it probably had everything to do with the fact that she hadn't gotten her most recent caffeine fix. She was on edge.. and in a way that if one paid attention, it could visibly be seen crackling in the air around her, in the way her mouth pulled tight and the dark circles under her eyes and the hair that seemed to get messier and wilder the more harried she seemed to feel.
Ada was leaning in silence against one of the walls in a more scarcely populated hallway. Pressing her thumb and forefinger to the bridge of her nose as she exhaled slowly. Really regretting she hadn't cut off this addiction before the apocalypse, and the rest of her considering how willing she was to actually murder to get her hands on some. Her eyes flickered open, before her entire demeanor shifted into one of absolute annoyance and distaste. It didn't take extraordinary sight to know who was beelining his prissy fucking way toward her. God damned Modius.
Her mouth pulled tight and she could barely conceal any amount of agitation on her features as she exhaled and remained slouched against the wall, arms crossing over her chest as the man approached her. The head of her house, and seemed to have what she was pretty sure was a stick wedged forever right up his ass, she could already see his lip sneering the way it did when he was about to really dig into someone with that feigned politeness. Nostrils flaring, when she spoke her dead-pan tone belied her overtly friendly words.]
Wow it's my lucky day. Clover, my man, what the hell can I do for you? [With a blatant, unspoken 'what the fuck do you want' in the air.]