[center][h1][color=violet]Ophelia Minovska[/color][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/H0vRWf5.png?1[/img][/CENTER][@Feyblue]

Ophelia smiled to herself as she got up from her seat. She was a little older than most of the students in her class, which made it awkward to approach them or for them to approach her. But she was just happy that she was now a candidate, instead of a 'training dummy'.

Ophelia made her way to the cafeteria, though she arrived rather late; the hustle and bustle of students milling about prompted much acquiescence from the quiet woman. As such, it took her a fair amount of time to maneuver through a crowd. Having collected her tray of food, she noticed a ranking officer playfully harassing a student. She recognized the officer as Captain Zaren, of Team Delta, an engineering team she saw around quite frequently performing maintenance on PC-TC interface modules in the lab where her 'services' were employed. Was the student also a member of Team Delta? A closer inspection of his collar indicated that he was, like her, a pilot candidate, and not an engineering student. As Captain Zaren left, Ophelia made it so she could hold her tray with one hand and salute with the other as he passed by. Turning her attention back to the other student, she decided to sit down next to him since it was out of the way of the crowds, and they at least had someone in common they knew.

[color=violet]"Excuse me, is this seat taken?[/color] Ophelia asked Bel.