IC: The tension fell out of Amy's shoulders, her shield retracting as she breathed a sigh of relief. Her Semblance went completely out of her, the world seeming to dull as her senses returned to normal levels. She nodded at Chatsworth and returned to her seat, picking up the other sleeve of her weapon just in time for Chatsworth to return. Sapphire came dashing in a few seconds before the Professor returned, but Amy didn't say anything. Turned out not to matter, anyway, Amy reflected as the drone tipped him off.

She stood again, making sure she had picked up all of her stuff. 

No detention. That's what mattered to her. Not the professor's compliments, not any stupid feelings of heroism. No detention. She wasn't in trouble, her team wasn't in trouble. PE was next, and... Ben was there, if she remembered right. At least she knew him. And hopefully it wouldn't explode as much as armory had.