Dimitri quietly took his seat in the second row of the seats available. For a few moments the teen fidgeted uncomfortably in the chair as he awkwardly attempted to work out a way to fit his bulk comfortably in the piece of furniture before finally settling for just being able to actually sit at all. He like the other students did not get the chance to answer for roll call, however this didn't particularly bother him.  Dimitri remained silent until the teacher had addressed the questions of two students and, seeing an opportunity to actually ask something he considered important, gave a soft cough. After the cough Dimitri raised his hand a bit uncertainly, "[color=0054a6]Um...if I may ask...[/color]" he began in a tone much softer than to be expected of someone of his appearance, "[color=0054a6]What exactly will we be acting as a defense force against? Also, how will our meister and weapon teams be assigned?[/color]". 

Dimitri slowly brought his hand back down onto the desk and proceeded to twiddle his thumbs together and stare at the teacher's shoes rather than make actual eye contact with him, only an occasional glance upward was made to ensure that he would actually have his question addressed. Interacting with anyone that wasn't his mother, father, or trainer was a bit nerve wracking. It was at times like these that Dimitri wondered what on earth his father had been thinking to have sent him all the way to Nevada of all places. The old man's intentions had been good enough, but the sudden change in scenery and the unfamiliarity had only served to exacerbate Dimitri's social anxieties. 

Fearing a bit of backlash for what could potentially be considered a stupid question, Dimitri offered up a meek apology to Kain for wasting his time, though he still quietly hoped that his questions would actually be answered.