Irias kept her eyes low as he sat back down. She didn't - couldn't - look him in the eyes yet. Yet. But, she listened to his attempt to cheer her up. It was sweet, sort of, even if it didn't really sound all that convincing. It was the thought that counted, right? Besides, she had seen the mark, he probably had it much worse than she did. "It's not stupid," she mumbled, lifting her head to look past him. "It's almost you skin tone." She didn't see his ridiculously sized mouthful. "But, really, you don't have to try to make me feel better. That's not going to make it disappear." She dropped her gaze again and continued to nibble at her pancakes. Wish I had gotten waffles...
When the other one sat down, she raised an eyebrow at him. "Go for it," she muttered. Not like it'd matter if I said otherwise, she thought, somewhat bitterly. She managed to give him a once-over without taking a long look. Irias had definitely seen him around, and probably knew his name too, just... didn't recall, maybe? She couldn't see a mark anywhere on his visible skin, so assumed it was either very small, or just concealed. Lucky. He was self-confident, she could tell, but maybe not arrogant. Confidence isn't always a bad thing, the logical side of her brain reminded her. He was also considerable older than her, and Grant as well, if her guess was correct.
At a loss for words or actions, she shoved the last forkful of her main course into her mouth, chewed, and swallowed. She then looked to her unhealthy glass of chocolate milk and took a swig. At that point, she just wanted to eat and run. They weren't even looking at her mark, or saying anything about it (which, don't get her wrong, she was thankful, and even happy about), but she really wanted to get to training to not only blow off steam, but hopefully see what the newbies could do. The guys seemed nice enough, though. It's not all bad, I guess. For a change, maybe things were getting better, looking up, even. But, she wasn't prepared to take that leap of faith just yet.