She didn’t [i]quite[/i] roll her eyes at the professor, but it was a near thing; instead, she sheathed her sword and sat back down on the melted Grimm, mentally shrugging off the ‘look’ Aiden gave her. Keeping half an ear on what people were saying, mostly in case someone directed a question at her, she focused the majority of her attention on either mentally practicing her forms and movements, or other more ‘frivolous’ thoughts.

With a soft ‘huff’ she shifted slightly and fought the urge to pull out her scroll; since the fall of Beacon and the network, it could only connect locally, but that would be enough for her to bug her sister to see how her latest project was coming along. That said, Silvi was pretty sure doing so would probably earn her Professor Dawn’s ire. Instead she made do with trying to at least [i]look[/i] like she was paying attention.