Ayaka became aware of an instructor herding the others to the classroom, as it turned out they were supposed to meet there. Thankfully for Ayaka, the instructor hadn't noticed her mech in the very back yet. Yet another of the many perks of the X-5's power supply meant that it wasn't loud when running in diagnostic mode, which was what Ayaka had booted into. So, Ayaka carefully exited and made her way from the hangar to the classroom, brushing at her uniform. She'd been given the option to have a badge sewn on to the chest, indicating that she came from a military school originally, but she'd foregone it. She didn't want to seem cocky, so she wore the same uniform as every other student.

When she reached the classroom, she opened the doors and stepped in, just to find the classroom mostly empty. Three other girls were already in their seats, and one guy sat in the very back. Looking each of them over, she wasn't able to discern much from the women, after all they weren't saying all that much. The man, however, she was already able to draw an impression of. His uniform was emblazoned with two symbols, both of which Ayaka was able to recognize after a moment's examination. One marked him as an honored student, not "Honors", "Honored" as she'd discovered there was a difference after consulting the school handbook. The other was a company patch for HawX Dynamo, a mech company. In her own opinion, they were overrated, after all their hands had never touched her X-5 and it was a wonderful mech, however she reserved judgement on the company itself.

Before she walked to her seat, her eyes fixed on the boy, slightly squinted, in evaluation. He seemed to have an air of relaxed confidence about him, and that combined with his obvious decorations didn't sit right with Ayaka. Her gaze, cold and unmoving, stayed settled on the boy for a mere moment longer before she took a seat in the middle of the room. Her training pistol was back in her room, per academy regulations, so she was actually free of weaponry. However, something about that boy made her wish she had the weapon. He simply rubbed her the wrong way, and so she kept her muscles in a state of relaxed tension, just like her mind. She could spring into a fight immediately if she needed to, but otherwise she'd save it for training.