Joanna shifted her dark green eyes back and forth, turning her head slightly in attempt to familiarize herself with her surroundings. Two uniformed guards led her down the halls, their heavy boots made their arrival able to be heard. A single notebook and pen in hand, she wondered what this first class would entail. However, striking a conversation with either of the guards was intimidating. 

It had been a relatively long time since Jo had been in a formal school setting. The blonde teenager took the time it took traveling from her room to the classroom to steel her nerves. Conditions were rough and the air was tense. As she approached the room, she saw a girl being carried by two other guards. This made her realize just how heavy patrol was. She wondered what the girl did, and what was going to happen. 

"Hurry up," She was given a push into the room. "You're running late." And just like that, the girl and guards vanished down the hall. 

"Watch it!" It was mostly an impulsive response, and she stepped into the room. Her eyes searched the room, examining the other students and the guard in front of the room. She lifted a hand in a half wave before making her way to a vacant seat. Battle tactics and negotiations is what the man - Maxwell - had declared would be the focus.