Kijani sat through Romanova's class, taking notes and just trying to keep focus. Waiting for tonight's mission was getting almost unbearable. She got to lunch and snagged a plate, sitting with her food and bouncing her legs in a rare show of nervous energy.

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Devika had buried her frustration by the time she walked through the door to Cap. America's class. She stayed after, to try and get a few lessons on technique, and even tried to throw a few punches. Once she was done with that, she headed to lunch. For some reason, she was barely able to tolerate being in the room, so she grabbed her lunch and left quickly. With a heavy sigh, she settled down in the grass to pick at the meal she'd randomly selected.