[color=E9D66B]“That's pretty cool.”[/color] Hansa unloaded most of his clothes, already neatly folded, on the bed until he unearthed his pjs. [color=E9D66B]“I'm from a small town on the edge of Mistral but I've been living here in Vale for a couple months now.”[/color] Hansa changed into a pair of shorts and a long sleeve shirt and sat down on the bed, enjoying Glas’ music. When Kaldyr asked how they did, Hansa fiddled with his high tech Atlesian leg prosthetics a bit, making sure there wasn't anything damaged from earlier. [color=E9D66B]“Well I didn't do much out of my ordinary. I guess I did something right…”[/color] Hansa trailed off. He wasn't sure he was ready to be leader but he was sure going to try. He shook off his uncertainty and twisted both legs off, setting them down on the floor next to the bed with a bit of a thump and stretched his nub of legs barely sticking out of his long loose shorts. [color=E9D66B]“You know, bed doesn't sound too bad. I mean we do have classes tomorrow! We can't be late!”[/color]