[h2][color=00a651]Rebekah Green[/color][/h2]

[i]Thank goodness that went well.[/i] Perhaps her hypothesis had been correct or perhaps the alien had a thing for carrots, or perhaps she just had so many better targets for her twisted games. Either way, Rebekah was profoundly relieved to have survived her introduction without being chewed out as thoroughly as that enlarged half a carrot stick.

Aside from the teacher, there were still her classmates to worry about. Had she said the right things? Was the kiwi greeting overdoing things? She was proud to be a New Zealander and all and wanted to represent her country well, but would she turn into a walking stereotype in the process? Was displaying her ability appropriate in this context, or was it too much like showing off? How different were things in a community of supers? How noticeable was her accent? Did she sound as ridiculous to them as the americans did to her?

These, however, were anxieties for another time. She had survived her introduction, the class had moved on, and she was quickly presented with another opportunity for her anthropological study of (was it still anthropological if her subject wasn't human) of Meredith Hillard. A chef entered, and quickly announced the breaking of both rules that Meredith had mentioned earlier: lateness, and skipping classes. Given what Rebekah had seen already, this was likely to get a student personal space violated and their morning ruined to to a large dollop of embarrassment. But this was different. Here we had another member of staff making the announcement. Would Hillard show a bit more respect or restraint? Was anyone safe? Rebekah looked on with interest. If she was going to have to deal with this creature on a daily basis, this was vital information to collect.