She snatched a spoon from someone nearby, straight from their hands. The poor boy didn't even notice until his fingers hit the custard he was aiming for. The boy yelped and snatched his hand back, anxiously looking around for his lost spoon. But Lynn was already gone, nowhere to be seen. She wanted some fresh air and started heading for the courtyard with her prize. With the first bite, her taste buds rejoiced from the deliciously melting taste of peaches in her mouth. Lynn closed her eyes and sought to concentrate on the taste. Unfortunately, unlike her other senses, taste hadn't been amplified, but for the moment it felt like it. It tasted heavenly.
The girl passed Diamond on her way out. His code name had always made her giggle. Every time she saw him, she thought of the various jewelry commercials she used to see on TV. What a girly name for a man. At least hers reflected her in some way. Ivory. Valuable, yet deadly, like an elephant's tusk. Taking a moment to slow down enough for him to see her, she glanced at him as she stepped by. For him, it was like seeing her blink in and out of space in a matter of seconds. She smiled heartily at him, holding up the yogurt cup in a toast. "Thanks for the treat." It wasn't a real thank you by all means, more like a mocking one as she disappeared from his sight again. She knew the guy didn't like her, no one really did, but Lynn could care less. Life, especially this life, wasn't about lowering yourself to other people's levels just to make them feel good and stick around you. Life was about simple survival by any means necessary. Especially this life, here in the Institute. Lynn had seen, on many occasions, others being punished because they had stuck for their friends, getting themselves in trouble in the process. Foolish. No one was worth being beaten, starved, locked away, or anything else they could think of. Lynn was well aware of the various punishments this place could dish out. She had learned the hard way to keep her head and eyes down.
There were a few people in her corner of the courtyard, but by showing up behind them, she chased them off. Once again, not many liked her, some even feared her for her cold personality. And again, she could care less. Lynn perched in the corner on a bench, enjoying her yogurt, relishing every bite. She wanted to make it last and would eat it extremely slowly, enjoying every last bit of it.