Gertrud stood back from the two, retreating back to her thoughts for a moment while they had a chance to sort out who would be whose meister and weapon. Green and blue was an interesting color combination, at least to her. She hardly knew a thing about Lena and absolutely nothing about the boy joining the fray, other than that he seemed a little nervous approaching a prospective weapon. Who wouldn't be? It was a difficult proposition to walk up to a stranger and ask them to partner with you. Being a weapon and meister team was more than just an arrangement, it meant welcoming someone else into your life. It reminded her, in a pleasant way, of how simple and quick her own partnering process has been: two kids who knew each other popped out of the woodwork, brought together for the first time in a few years and far too confident from it, to form a team. Trude sighed, looking away from Lena and the newcomer to search the crowd. She couldn't see him among the crowd, and wondered what Simone had gotten himself pulled into in the span of only a few moments. Every now and then she caught fragments of yelling from within the mass of students that sounded just close enough to the Weapon's voice that it might have been him. If there were any kind of involved activities this morning and she showed up separated from her weapon it would be a blunder she would never live down, but after everything else in the first morning back to school even that thought couldn't shred her nerve. Unconsciously, she began to tap her foot as she looked around, waiting again.