She was not, Yisenkar considered as he watched the girl depart, a very good liar. Well well, either she'd accept how things worked here and slot herself in or she'd leave. Either was, it was no skin off his nose; he'd attempted to draw her in but it didn't look like he'd succeeded. No matter, there were other transfers, friendlier ones, ones who would be a lot more useful no doubt. As Hanya vanished from view, Yisenkar allowed his friendly smile to drop and went back to eating.
Anyone who knew him not at all might have been perturbed by the way his eyes hardened at that moment. Anyone who thought they knew him would just say the youth had an odd way of looking blank. Anyone who actually knew him however would be well aware that he was none too amused by what had just happened, and that inside his head he was wondering if there might be some way to make that girl's life a little less comfortable. If she wasn't going to be useful, if she wasn't going to be an ally, then she was in the way and he would trip her up any way he could.
