[center][h3][color=00aeef][i]Yuuna[/i][/color][/h3][/center]

As the auditorium, lecture hall, or whatever this structure truly was, began to get more and more crowded, Yuuna noticed the commentaries about the room's air conditioner system being broken, or how some of the other girls talked about each other's appearances, including a few that referred to Yuuna as 'doll-like' or 'pretty'. This didn't fazed Yuuna, though; she was not one to fall victim of hubris, yet it remembered her of how some of the soldiers she lived with used to call her before she learned to speak a bit of Russian.

Soon enough, Yuuna's mind would be once more be taken away from the frozen wastelands of her memories to the current reality, as a girl sat beside her and asked if she was the source of the temperature drop, "Привет*..." Yuuna replied at first, before noticing that she had spoken in Russian out of habit, "Sorry, I'm not used to talk in anything but Russian on a daily basis. Hi, anyway. To answer your question, it's not like I want to, like you said there's nothing that I can do to avoid this."

Their conversation would be cut short when a large group took the stage before them, culminating with the appearance of a man calling himself 'The Director'. After a short explanation that served no purpose other than confusing some of the girls even more, the Director called forth a bizarre demonstration of what a Limiter's skills truly are. Yuuna knew some of that already, but watching the green-haired girl, Nozomi (who looked like a walking broccoli from this far away) fight, brought a few mixed feelings to Yuuna. If this puppet-like girl, who seemed to have no will of her own (otherwise why would she behave like that?), was the best they had and this training taught them how to fight at such a poor level, then humanity was really condemned.

When given the choice of staying or not, Yuuna did something unusual of her and got up from her seat, walking all the way to the empty seats in the first row and spoke to the waiting Director, "I understand that we are to fight as an unit, right? Otherwise there would be no reason to force all of us in this room, as you could scout everyone individually. I for once don't have anything against neither of these proposals, but if we are to fight for the sake of the world I have to ask. This Broccoli Head is really your best? If so you have to seriously reconsider your CQC training. Or, is she really someone that was chosen just because she's expendable, like all of us, so her potential death on the stage could weed those who don't have the guts to face what's to come?"

After stating her questions, Yuuna fell silent, showing to traces of rebellion or aggression, it was just a fair questioning for the one who was asking them to effectively throw away whatever was left of their lives. Yuuna at least expected the Director to understand that. Plus, she really didn't liked the puppet-like nature of Nozomi, that was for sure, as the glare she sent to the broccoli-haired girl demonstrated.

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*Привет (read: Privét); Russian informal greeting.