Unperturbed by the faunus boy's reminder, Nahbi's grin grew sharper and she leaned into him. "Can and _will_, buddy. I doubt any of us came this far just to _almost_ be a Hunter." Finally drawing back her arm, she interlocked her fingers and stretched her hands high above her head. "Also," she added, her nose high in the air in a display of faux poshness (or at least what she thought was posh) "sleep is for the weak." Her smile grew on her face again and she bumped the faunus with her hip. "C'mon, don't be a bore on our first day at Beacon."