Timothy finished up his tour, ending it at the lockers. He'd gotten acquainted with the grounds, and the sun was setting. Tim had to grab a good sleeping spot before they were all taken.

Reaching his locker, Tim took off his coat to reveal a plain black shirt underneath. He removed his sabatons and deposited both his coat and his sabatons into the locker, replacing them with his sleeping bag and a book. _A complete guide to dust_. He didn't really care about dust that much, but he wanted something to read before going to sleep.

Tim went into the main room which was the designated sleeping area. There weren't too many people hanging around, and some people had already set up their sleeping gear. He took a quick look around. He noticed a group of faunuses talking to each other including, surprisingly, a lizard faunus. Tim's eyes wandered, looking for a spot. He found spot close to a wall, fairly far away from the other ones and began walking to it.

As he walked, he analysed the people around him. He spotted the large man with the spear from the morning, groups here and there with mixes of humans and faunus, a guy training with weights and a girl in the corner who was silently observing everyone. Timothy dumped his sleeping bag down by the wall and spread it out. Satisfied, Tim sat down on it cross legged, opening his book in the process. Tim flicked through the pages with no goal in mind, sifting through the thoughts in his head. The reason he'd brought the book to read was so that he could have something to pretend to do while he thought about other things. 

With his back to the wall, he began pretending to read _the complete guide to dust_, which he'd already read. He could use the time before bed to quietly observe those around him. If what he had heard about Beacon was right, they would make teams the next day, and Tim liked to be prepared. And if it was wrong, well, it never hurts to be prepared.