Mashuka was fascinated, though it wasn't all the director's speech. The entire auditorium, the whole castle even, was leagues beyond anything he'd expected. Two years in England hadn't raised his threshold of modern understanding much, given that he spent most of that time in the slums. He wasn't a neanderthal by any means, but a majority spent behind walls living in sand and dirt had his vision a bit narrowed beyond rifles and radios. And the knife of course. Firmly secured in its sheath at the base of his back it rested, and as was the old law with such blades, it would remain there unless it needed to be either cleaned, or...dirtied. 

That wasn't to say the director wasn't inspiring, she was certainly a good speaker whether she believed in the words or not. He enjoyed that in people, a little energy, a little conviction, a little life. Besides, it wasn't like she'd be doing any of this if she didn't care, and by the end of it he thought the applause was well-earned. Evidently others thought so as well, standing ovations and happy faces abound told that he wasn't the only one excited to start a life here. Or rather, an education for a life. 

As he got up to leave, intent to find his room and roommate, a heavy rumble took away the attention. Director Momoko it seemed was not finished, and as the massive timer began to count down his gut twisted up. Perhaps it was more than simply rifles and radios, because he knew enough to be wary of timers. He'd seen and heard distant explosions before, but he wasn't in any rush to see them up close, and if the auditorium was going up in flames then he wasn't going to be anywhere near it. 

Mashuka looked around at the sea of chaos and panicked students, trying to see the forest through the trees. There'd be no use scrambling for the doors, if they weren't locked by now then they'd be too crowded to get anywhere near. Trying to open the teacher's escape hatches likely wouldn't go over well, but if they couldn't go down...

Worth a shot. [color=00aeef]"Excuse me, pardon, need this,"[/color] he said, snaking through the crowd and gathering a few chairs in his wake. He found a wall free of most commotion and began to stack the seats he'd snagged, then grabbed a few more. Getting to the ceiling wouldn't be too difficult, a little boost would get him up without too many chairs. However he had a slight advantage that many others might not have access to, and if they couldn't find their own way out he had no issues sharing his. But if he was going to do that, the pile would need a good enough foundation to support the other students, and that meant more chairs.