Spark leaned back further in her chair with her cigarette in her mouth. She thought to herself out loud. "The little one is right. They don't belong, not the way they are now. If I went out on a mission with these punks as my back up I'd be fucked for sure." She put her hands behind her head and put one leg over the other. "Whether they want to be here or not doesn't mean a damn thing now. Most of them probably don't have any fighting experience, or other skills that would be helpful." Spark exhaled a cloud of smoke and finished her cigarette. "They're gonna need to be trained from scratch. What a fuckin' pain." She got up and started to make her way to the classroom for their lesson in 'Life Skills'.