Jenna glared at Sephiroth as he told her to be quiet. Gritting her teeth in agitation, she seethed at the way that he was treating her. She didn’t want her problems to be pointed out by him at all. She most certainly didn’t enjoy being told to shut up when she was technically silent. Telepathy made no noise, after all. Thus, she glared at him without touching her food for the time being.
When Zach entered the kitchen, Seres looked up at him then frowned.
“It’s not junk food,” the silver-haired girl protested. “It came from Father’s cafeteria at work. The good one for the executives, not the one for plain old SOLDIERS. The food is pretty good.”