Michelle sighed, she still didn't have much of a clue of what was happening. She'd thrown herself into the deep end, great. She looks around at the group around her wordlessly, noting the lack of sound despite 7 pairs of boot clomping on the hard ground of the agency. “It is what it is.  Too bad we have to blindly follow them.” came the voice of one of the guys in her group, the Asian one. He'd introduced himself as Rooke before, hadn't he? Or she could be wrong. 

"[color=00aeef]Guess so[/color]," she mutters under her breath. 

Keeping her eyes trained on either the floor of the corridor or the backs of the instructor she continues on following them, glancing at those who'd be her teammates from time to time. The one whom she was quite sure had introduced himself as Rooke gave a light laugh and continued on the journey in a giddy attitude, that was not to be said for some of the others in the small group however, including herself. She was deep in thought until the next time she glanced up he was stepping in time with her offering her his hand.

” Hi," he started "I didn’t get your name earlier. I’m afraid the only names I know here are nouns and ‘Dean' over there." Michelle gives a small laugh for the first time that day thinking about the names she had learnt, half of them being nouns themselves.

"[color=00aeef]Michelle[/color]," she replies in her usual Australian accent, accepting his hand, "[color=00aeef]You mentioned your name was Rooke, didn't you[/color]?" she asks, looking up at him with Hazel eyes. That was when Agent Ice stormed back in. Dropping Rooke's hand she listens to Ice's speech before watching her and Jackel. She closes her eyes at the moment she hits the ground. It looked painful. She was quite glad she was instructed to a punching bag.