The cooks in the mess hall had a nasty sense of morbid humor, or so Diamond thought after seeing them serve bacon and eggs. She wasn't a lover of history, but enough kept in her head from Oobleck's class to remember that this food was served to bomber pilots back in the human-faunus war on the days they were supposed to fly. And if she remembered, their casualties were hitting the 50% mark. She hoped they would fare better than back in the day.

After the breakfast the loudspeaker ushered them to the assembly hall, where Prof. GloryOfTheOldDays delivered the news everyone already knew. Diamond was pleased that the staff apparently took the requests of the students into consideration (That or her suggestion was just pure flawless logic - either way she won) when she saw Moderation was indeed assigned the escort mission. Once the roster was on display, her scroll vibrated in her pocket. taking a look, she found a message from their overseer telling her where and when to meet him.

She arrived there first, easily spotting the business looking man waiting for them at the main entrance. "Miss Frost?" he said, looking up from the tablet in his hand. "Good morning. How is business?" she greeted the man with a nod, hoping to set a friendly mood to give her a better negotiating position. "Frankly? Not great. Last week we had heavy losses - both materiel and people. Enough to hire help." he said, tiredness apparent in his voice. "We'll do our best to help." Diamond reassured. They fell into silence, waiting for the rest of the team.