[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Plum]Sofia Rousseau - Noctera[/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr]
The end of the trial went about as well as she realistically expected, especially with someone like Mr. Hayes being the one judging her performance. While it was true that she indirectly caused one of the robots to get ran down, it wasn't like she meant for that to happen. It was an accident. On top of that, though perishing the thought of arguing against the value of teamwork, she felt it would have been at least worth mentioning how she mostly succeeded in taking on a scenario meant for a group to handle. Wasn't that worth [i]anything[/i]? It was clear that she had plenty to say in her defense, but somehow couldn't bring herself to protest in front of the entire class. The apparent demerit she received for getting prodded in the wing especially irked her however, her main pair of arms folding in a small huff as two of her smaller index fingers shyly taped against each other under her chin. "[color=Plum][sub]I still got through [i]despite[/i] that...[/sub][/color]" she muttered to herself, unable to look up at the man.

His clapping did indeed catch her attention, but what really surprised her was the arrival of the principal, her face instantly brightening up at the sight of the pro hero, as was usually the case whenever she saw her. This time however, the encounter was rather soured because of how messy her own suit was. She did just come back from a construction site after all. Really, there was no way she [i]wouldn't[/i] take the pro up on her suggestion, quickly scurrying off to shower and change to her uniform. In those quiet moments, she spared a few thoughts to how her classmates performed. Some of them had also appeared to have been injured as well, but it was Sofia's impression that Freya might have suffered the worst of it. In retrospect, that just further proved that then and there probably wasn't the time or place to complain to Mr. Hayes.

Her hair didn't even have time to dry before she lifted the strap of her school satchel over her head and made her way to the bus outside, a sudden pause in her step before she up and decided to take a seat near the back of the bus nearby any other exit she could find. It payed to be prepared. Till they got moving, Sofia would flip through her phone to read her messages and look up more info on the support company that made her suit.