"I'll keep that in mind.." Shay muttered as a response. He wasn't sure when he'd ever need to know what plants were alright to eat, but he was certain that if he didn't take her up on that offer soon, he'd likely wind up lost in a forest someday. Such was the way he perceived his own streak of bad luck in the world. "Good luck with your equipment, I hope it stays in good shape for you." He added quickly, before beginning to back away, looking down to, and admiring his own equipment, which the two of them had managed to fix up much faster than he would've been able to on his own.

He finally turned his back after he gave her one last slightly awkward wave goodbye, grabbing his coat again, and walking back out of the barracks. He was immediately hit with the freezing, strong winds, causing him to cover up his face quickly. "Damn!" He blurted out, the wind once again biting harshly against his exposed skin.

He recovered quickly, and was able to find his way through the frigid temperature, soon reaching the sleeping quarters for the male cadets, and turning in for the night.

Shay finally looked up from the table to meet her eyes, his mouth turned down ever so slightly into a frown. "Right...." Once again, Shay went silent for a few moments, his hands crossed over one another in his lap as he internally contemplated her words. It gave him a melancholic feeling inside as she spoke of her father, and how he seemed... disappointed with her? Shay would do almost anything to have his father back, even if his father held nothing but fury and contempt for the boy. "Sorry to hear that." He muttered in response to her opening up a little about her own family life.

"Y'know.. when we graduate... you should go see your dad. Try to smooth things over. I didn't have a rocky relationship with my parents, but I.... I didn't get to say goodbye. I didn't know the last time I spoke to them would be the LAST time. I wouldn't advise you to push your luck on such a thing." For the life of him, Shay still didn't know why he was speaking so much to Sylvia. He hadn't talked this much in years. Shay realized then that a lone tear was, very slowly, streaming down his right cheek. He overreacted to this, furiously wiping it away with the sleeve of his coat, before looking to the ground once again, face burning as his cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

Shay was content to work in silence for a while, having always preferred to converse inwardly with his own thoughts than with those around him on the outside anyhow. Her comment about having plenty of parts seemed out of the blue, but.. maybe that was just how to make small talk with someone you don't know very well?

"Yeah... makes repairs easier.." Shay mumbled awkwardly. He went about quietly fixing up the blade place-holders on the scabbard and refitting the metal loops on his harness, before finally thinking of something else to say to her. "So... what regiment are you planning on joining?" He finally asked.

"Personally, I'm aiming for the scouts." He added, just to give Sylvia a better picture of where he was coming from. In truth, though, he couldn't really explain his reasoning behind wanting to join the scouts, as any number of bad things could happen if he did so. She might call him insane and report him to the officers, the MP's could come after him, or maybe she'd believe him and go around telling people. No matter which way the scenario was spun, elaborating on his choice seemed at the least, unwise.

As he looked to her, awaiting a response, he nicked his finger with a screw as he was finishing up with attaching the scabbard to the ODM gear. He didn't make a fuss, and even went so far as to try and hide the injury from Sylvia's sight, wrapping his thumb in a small cloth as his hand slowly descended below the table.

The wind bit against Shay's face as he trekked the outdoor paths. He was on his way to the training barracks, his ODM gear in dire need of a repair. Earlier in the day he'd crashed and burned during an accident, and subsequently damaged a good portion of the equipment. Shay finally reached the door, reaching forward and finding himself with a grip on the door handle, finally. He opened it and left behind the shrieking wind and painful cold.

The interior was warm, comforting, and well lit. After a quick scan of the room, he noticed only one girl had likewise taken refuge within these barracks. He didn't recognize her immediately, but eventually realized he had seen her around before, though he couldn't exactly place her name immediately.

He began to make his way over to some of the spare pieces of equipment used for repair, but stopped when he heard her mutter something. 'They have no idea?' The words just barely managed to reach Shay's ears. What was that supposed to mean, and more importantly, who were they? Shay only mused on these thoughts for a brief moment, but realized that it ultimately didn't really matter to him. He finished the short walk to get what he needed, before taking a seat at one of the tables adjacent to the other girl.

He only looked to her for a moment longer, pondering if she was here alone for some reason other than just equipment repairs. Shay himself didn't have hardly any friends besides Kaien, and even still he preferred to spend most of his time alone. After shaking the thought from his head, he averted his eyes from her, and set about repairing his badly damaged gear.