Kijani heard the announcement about the fighting class, but she didn't want to be too near the other students right now. She was certain they'd still be talking about her little flip-out. Or worse, some of them would offer polite, meaningless sympathy, that would only make them seem better than her for their sanity. She just couldn't handle that.

Gathering her things, she waited for the bulk of the students to leave before she did so herself. She had to pick something to go to, though. Yanking a printed schedule from her pocket, she scanned it for something that sounded interesting. "Hm. Espionage 101, teacher Ms. Romanov. That sounds about my speed for now. Room 421." She took off, heading for the classroom in question.