Cinder shrugged, used to the "odd blue" comments, and pulled her wing around the straighten the feathers Tybalt had molested with his grubby little touch stumps. Surveying the area idly as she did, she caught sight of the red panda from before, smiling nervously. She hadn't appeared very appreciative of her jokes before, so if she was going to be living here from now on, she might as well try and make nice. Folding her newly organized wings behind her back, she crossed the room to the snack table, seeing the two were already occupied, she turned herself to the food, keeping her paws busy while she waited her turn.