As the pint sized warrior examined the rest of the students leaving the auditorium, she saw a few particularly inteesting figures; a hyperactive girl with silver hair, and redheaded boy who appeared to be shadow boxing, and one purple haired youth who seemed to be taking advantage of the afternoon sun for a quick nap. suddenly, her bright eyes lock onto the dark haired young man whom she had nearly toppled during her escape from the confines of the crowd. something was oddly familiar about him, but she couldn't quite place it.

Approaching cautiously, Kanika stares at the subject of her interest, examining his build, posture, and equipment.
[i][color=71EEB8]"Athletic build, predatory stance. Wetsuit and a rebreather.  Why is he wearing it on land, though?"[/color][/i]
The girl abandons all caution, walking up to him and examining the students visible features. 
[color=71EEB8][i]"Not Uli, too thin to be related to the turtle. Tyson, maybe? nah, wrong hair color"[/i][/color]
staring intently at the mask, something clicks
[color=71EEB8][i]"Zal? couldn't be, I'd never find one of his clan clear out here... Or would I?"[/i][/color]
[color=71EEB8]"Hey, wetsuit, you from Vacuo?"[/color]
Kanika loudly inquires, drawing some measure of attention from other students nearby.