The thoughts that passed through Ben's head could best be termed as dull bemusement. He had been settling into his seat and digging out something to take notes on when Sangue appeared, taking a seat [i]right next[/i] to him. Without much warning, or comment. The team leader was still a moment. Then he blinked, and his normal behavior resumed, almost as though nothing was even remotely unusual. He set his notebook on his desk and glanced at Sangue, nodding.

"That's part of its purpose. Don't remember how the course descriptor said it, but it's supposed to teach us to understand what it is we're supposed to fight." Scrawling the date in the upper right of his notebook he paused again, giving her a slight grin. "You're Sangue, right? I don't think we've been introduced, formally, at least."

"Hey Trad." He raised a hand in greeting at the second member of BAST, smiling cheerfully. He was, to be honest, pretty aware of what was going through Trad's head. Were it Amy, or anyone else really, he might have made a joke along the same lines. But, unexpected though it was, this was the first time Sangue had really spoken to any of them all day. Probably the best opportunity to establish a relationship he'd get.