[hr][center][color=khaki][h1]Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith[/h1][/color][/center]
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Some people who looked Freya's way might think Renard had accidentally shocked her. With a mewl of surprise and a twitching jump in her seat, she stared at Mr Hayes, eyes wide as they could be. Of course, anyone who knew her well enough would know this was just her natural startled reaction.

She hunched her shoulders as the teacher continued his lecture. Maybe he meant to be encouraging, but one keyword stuck in Freya's mind: Disappoint. A word she'd heard all too often. She thought back to the many robots left stuck in the cars. Would she be able to save real people in that situation, or would she let them down big time?

She sighed, head drooping, as Mr Hayes strode to the back. [color=khaki]"Sorry for that,"[/color] she muttered to Renard, who hadn't said anything to warrant getting in trouble along with her. Trying to push the comments from the teacher and from Eira to the back of her mind, she looked up at Enterprise. No more screw-ups, she told herself. Especially not in front of the principal.

Leaning against the window frame again as the bus moved, she took in Enterprise's stories, at first anyway. It wasn't long before they began to sound just a little exaggerated. Sure they were admirable, but was the director trying to inspire the class, or was she just bragging about being No.1 hero? At least she'd been a great deal less critical than Mr Hayes. Reason enough, Freya supposed, to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe the thought of having to reach such dizzying heights was part of the issue.

She was just dozing off when the bus pulled up. With a sleepy groan, she stretched and headed outside, suppressing a sigh upon hearing she was to group up with Abigail and Eira, under Mr Hayes' scrutiny no less. Naturally, the people she got along with would be in a separate team. She started on her way towards Mr Hayes' group when something caught her attention. A little wren in a tree. She fixed her gaze on it, muscles tensing as if she were preparing to pounce. Not that she was about to go around chasing birds just because she could, but at least the sight had livened her up. Turning away, she focused instead on Renard's words.

[color=khaki]"Chicken? I don't have any of that, but I did bring some crispy seafood snacks, if you..."[/color] A crash rang from the factory, interrupting her offer. [color=khaki]"Ooo-kay..."[/color] She glanced over at the building. [color=khaki]"Let's hope that was machinery and not yet another disaster."[/color] Although just joking, she couldn't help wondering what else could go wrong today.