Mardi made a slight face as Cammie mentioned a possibility of war. It was true war was unavoidable but even ones in the past were something the Mistralian woman preferred to ignore. "War ain't nothin' I want a part of. Nothin' beautiful 'bout fightin' each other senseless like that." She commented more to the air than to the woman who could only really be described as a friend, even if Mardi didn't want to admit it yet. She paused as the blonde began to question the meetings. Of all the things to find weird, of course the most normal of them would be what the pilot questioned.

"Mum was a scientist from Atlas, got called back all tha time ta look at what was new. She thought we could learn somethin' if we stopped by 'em. Dad was smart 'nough ta see how bored I got and would sneak me off ta all sorts o' places." She thought back on the many adventures she had had in Atlas with her father, much to the chagrin of the other half of their family.

The reply elicited a roll of golden eyes as Mardi shook her head. "Wastin' can mean a lot o' things. Lettin' food rot or throwin' it out can be one. But makin' somethin' with no redeemable flavor is a culinary sin." She let her thoughts be known as she looked over just what had been done. "But we'll get ya cleaned up in no time. Just need ta swing by my room for the stuff. Up to you where ya go or where ta meet." She commented as she started to walk off towards the dorm rooms.