Kaori visibly winced at the term "chan" being used with her name, but did not say anything on the subject. After listening to Victorica's spiel and the boy's stammering, Kaori sighed and rubbed her forehead. Why did she have to get stuck with these two, of all people? One hadn't even come to class, and the other had done worse than she had at walking on the wall and ceiling. A sigh escaped her as she rubbed a temple, then said, [color=bc8dbf]"I can assure you, Hikaru, that I will not kill you in your sleep, and I doubt that Victorica will either."[/color] No humor there, apparently. [color=bc8dbf]"Still, though, I do not quite like the thought of sharing space with someone of the opposite gender. Just promise that you'll mind yourself, alright?"[/color]

Without waiting for a response, Kaori bowed to them both and went out of the room, leaving Victorica and Kaori alone to do whatever it was that they would be doing. In the dorm's kitchen, Kaori began to rattle around, eyebrows furrowed as she began to work. Another deep breath left her as she worked. The others of the class were... somewhat impressive, at least a couple of them were. But were they actually good enough to be here? Was she? Doubts began to go through her mind, causing her to slow down her onion chopping for a few moments. Anyone who went in and saw here would see her eyes unfocused, her attention elsewhere as she continued to cook. The fire below the pot was hot and the water boiling, so she began to pass in the ingredients.

Sure, she was strong. Anyone who could see her without her clothing would know that. But with the performance she'd put on today, they were all convinced that she was one of the weaker ones in the class. But just by her being here, they knew something was up. But that did not mean much, when she thought about it. Many adult fighters would easily outclass her, and she figured that the monks of her former temple could overpower her in just a few moves, even though she'd learned many of the ins and outs of two of the Monkey Styles, and the basics of a third. With a grunt, she threw the last of the ingredients into the pot, and began to stir, the smell now sifting gently into the other room. Her grip on the wooden spoon tightened, causing it to groan underneath her. Even if she pretended to be weak and clueless, she would train harder than the other students. As soon as she was done here, she was heading out into the yard to work, regardless of what the others wanted of her. She glanced towards the door into the living room, listening in for the others, while adding some spices into the mix. But, impressions and all that. She'd leave them with something nice to eat while she was out.