Material Matters ♚ Weiss & Morty ♚
It was about time she took a while to slow down, perhaps assess the situation at hand. Just about broken in a sweat, Myrtenaster remained hanging at her hip, as she couldn't dare trust her sole weapon out of her sight. The heiress had gone through quite a bit of Dust, though that was really no trouble; after all, being the daughter of the owners of the world's most esteemed producer of energy implied that she had a nearly endless supply on hand at all times. Which she did.
She relaxed in the currently desolate cafeteria, the steel briefcase lying wide open, revealing its contents of a myriad of glass bottles filled with multiple colored powders. Weiss had one rested in her palm, its color shimmering a pale blue, glass branded with the Schnee family seal. Normally, she was fairly able to keep a grip, and yet still the bottle managed to miraculously slip from her hand and clatter to the ground, thankfully not causing an explosion of ice as it rolled across the marble to the ankle of an unfamiliar face.
"Ah, be careful with that! It's extremely volatile, you know."