Ryanne pulled George out from behind her, and faced the boy. "I appreciate that, but I doubt..." She stopped as the sound stopped and a few gasps emanated from the crowd. Speaking with a heavy Japanese accent she heard Yasue tell them that there was no danger, and then give them a rundown of what they could and couldn't do. He also told them that a man named Beauregard would take them to their residences.

[color=fff200]"Well, no class 'til Tuesday, that's good."[/color] She said aloud. Having come from a heavily southern American town, her own accent was fairly thick normally, but around strangers she tried to minimize it. She winced when 'Tuesday' came out sounding like 'Tuesdee'. [color=fff200]"I suppose I'll follow you to Mr. Beauregard."[/color]

She followed the boy and the rest of the first year students to Beauregard, and then followed his giant-sounding footsteps to a house. She could tell the place was fairly large by the buzzing of electronics it put off. It was nearly as loud as her own home, though she guessed this one was only two or three stories compared to her home's five. When they entered the house, it was well lit, giving her slight vision where the darkness outside had given her nothing. She let George's halter go, allowing him to stretch his legs after the long boat ride and waiting at the dock.

[color=fff200]"So, should we do the introductions now? Or should we just save it until we get some rest first?"[/color] This was a girl's voice, about three feet in front of her. From her shadow she was taller than Ryanne, though not by much, and she was facing them with her hands on her hips.

Ryanne sighed, this was a moment she usually dreaded; getting to know her peers. She was awkward in social situations and preferred for other people to do most of the talking. She figured though, if she were to get to her room and some food quickly she might as well get it over with.

She pointed towards George's shadow, where he lay on the floor to her left. [color=fff200]"That's George, he's a service dog. No treats, no scratchies if he's working, and whatever you do, don't call him pretty. He hates that. Also, don't get too close to me when he's around without saying hello to him, he'll bite you. I'm Ryanne."[/color]

George lifted his head as if to acknowledge that she was talking about him, then lay back down and huffed out a big sigh. He was exhausted, and hungry, and Ryanne had yet to tell him to go find their things so she could feed him.