FOR THE DAMAGED / open, mental health class

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]Ophelia made a slow approach to the group that had gathered, steps soft and quiet. She wasn't really sure about most of the bickering, seeing as she was extremely new, so she decided not to make any assumptions about the medic based off of this. She didn't really know Malphas yet, but he'd seemed nice enough, and she was sure that someone put into his position had to be knowledgeable. She wasn't going to write him or his advice off.

Taking a seat near Anima, she pricked her ears up to listen passively. She did glance at the drinks, but decided against reaching for one. She had never tried them before, so she figured it would be bad if she didn't like one and ended up having to suffer through it the whole time this little class went on to appear as put-together as she wanted to.