[b]White, 3V![/b]

"Ahaha...hehehehe-- SNRRRRRKFFFFGAHAHAhAhAhhHAHAHAHA, HAHA, AHAHAHAHA, HAHAheeeeeeeeee!"

Too much. Way too much. Euna completely loses her shit despite her best and really quite valiant efforts. She doubles over with spasms of laughter so powerful they almost drop her to her knees, despite the miracle construction of her limbs. In fact she would literally be rolling on the ground right now if her legs weren't capable of supporting many times her own body weight from even the most awkward and inefficient angles she could put herself in. 

As it is she merely ([i]merely,[/i] mind you) folds her washboard abs in on themselves like a crumpling egg carton as she struggles for air harder than any of the exercise had managed to pull out of her.

"Oh my [i]god![/i] Fuck me, that is the funniest-- pfffhahaha! Hoo. Just the funniest fucking thing you could have possibly!"

She grits her teeth. For a moment she looks a threat to redouble over, but she masters herself at last and stands back up with mechanical smoothness. The grin on her face lights her up like christmas. Or to maybe be more seasonally appropriate, like an ARO boulevard when your signal jammer's battery just died.

"Oh, Threevee. Threevee, Threevee, Threevee! All of this 'I'm undatable' talk and then when you finally go and grab yourself a girlfriend it turns out she's [i]nine people?![/i]. Oh my god oh my GOD, hahaha. From zero to harem ending in a single date! You're a legend sweetie, I love you. You can't make this shit up. God, I'm glad I... well."

Euna Kim stretches her neck, a motion with some very nasty sounding pops that carry several feet farther than it seems like should be possible to give herself a bit of room to dial back her smile to something slightly more professional. Her hands automatically fly up to her hair and smooth it back into its perfect part, and she rubs a thumb over her eye again before settling back into an easy stance.

"I've gotta get this fucking thing replaced," she mutters, more to herself, before she fully regains her professional demeanor, "Anyway. There's eight more of you, then? And you're technically a single unit? I mean I'm... I'm not gonna lie and tell you I have the slightest idea what that's like, but I don't see why it has to be an issue. End of the day you're all, uh, you right? I can deal. I've got plenty of flake students, it doesn't bother me much. Or. Well. It [i]does[/i], but... with this stuff, you get out what you put in. But I'd rather anyone who turns up to my door do what they can, instead of having it be all or nothing. It drives me insane, being so uh, lax, but I tried this with a stricter schedule and it was a fucking [i]disaster.[/i]. More dropouts than signups. That's not even possible! By definition!

"...And I mean, full fairness? I'm not always going to be available for focused sessions like this either. I give this place as much time as I can manage, but (you may have heard!) I've got a wife. And a life! Haha... eh. Right. Well. Point being, I'll make it work. You're welcome here. However, erm, much of you? Can make it. Am I being weird about this? I'm sorry, I feel like I'm being weird about this. This is... new. I was not trained for hiveminds, if you can believe that."

She frowns a little. Fucking slacker field guide authors, where were you when she needed you the most?