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Garrett had been up since nearly 3.  Wasn't his first choice, but his body had spoken.  Eight hours of sleep had been gotten, it was time to get up and do things.  So naturally the first thing he did was lay in bed.  This didn't last long, of course.  Once Garrett realized that going back to sleep wouldn't happen anytime soon, he got up, and set about unpacking his things.  As he worked, he pondered the future.  And really just how well he'd fit in here.  He didn't know any language beside his native one, he wasn't a smooth talker, nor was he good with electronics...

He was smart enough that the academics of the school didn't phase him.  But actual spy work?  Well, perhaps he could still be of some use.  After all, who said spies had to be subtle and non-lethal?  Either way, he'd make it work.  That'd always been what his Grandfather taught him.  When you're not sure how to proceed, throw everything you got at the wall, see what sticks.  If nothing sticks, find a glue gun.  After a while, he heard the sounds of life outside his door.  Seems like the others were beginning to wake up.  He pulled on his jeans, a pair of socks, his favorite button-up shirt, and finally a light jacket.  It was cold this time of year, especially for someone who grew up in the far south like he did.  He walked downstairs towards the kitchen, having heard voices alerting him to the presence of other students.

There was a new one present.  A girl, one he hadn't seen last night.  As well as the Japanese kid and the dutch girl.  He raised a hand in greeting as he walked past, heading for the fridge.  "Morning folks."  Garrett opened the fridge, and started poking around to size up breakfast options.  "Don't suppose y'all'd know if they got anything for a decent 'murican breakfast?"