Standing among the line-up of faculty members, hands behind his back, Ryan’s eyes flicked over the student audience. One hand was playing the end a loose string on his sleeve, but his dark grey eyes seemed far from absent in. Observing a student stepping onto a vacant chair for what was likely a better look, a tiny female student…and then moving over to the researcher who had entered just at the end of the speech.

Crossing his arms over his chest after a moment, he couldn’t help but reflect on everything, this being his second year as a Tuner educator. Ryan Anders remembered his few years as a researcher, but with the lower ratio of tuners in comparison to Receivers, most people he had run into encouraged him into working as a teacher. Tuners should be Tuners where they were needed, after all.

Rolling back a sleeve to check his the time on his watch, the man let out a sigh before making his way out to get to his designated classroom, politely smiling and nodded at a few students here and there. Stepping into the hall, and making his way along the stream of first years, his eyes immediately went to a certain few older students mixing in with the new. Well, Ryan didn’t [i]really[/r] have anything that urgently needed to be attended to, so…

Gesturing for the stragglers to keep on moving, the teacher leisure trailed along as they all made their way to 4B to be paired.