Shadow smirked when the pretty girl in the front mentioned that most of them wouldn't make it passed their first assignment. Shadow instantly knew she would, because, unlike some of the people here, she didn't come from the lap of luxury. She grew up on the streets. She was used to being shot at, attacked, fought. She was also pretty sure she was immune to a lot of the diseases out there because when the other kids locked her out of the orphanage, she would get sick real easily. Though as she has gotten older, it hasn't been as much. She actually worked to make it here and to make it in life. Now that work was thieving, but at least she didn't get shot. Now for the boy with the pointed tongue...

As people began to move toward their dorm rooms, she grabbed the hooded boy by his shoulder and yanked him back toward her, spinning him around so he could face her. She narrowed her eyes at him curiously. "Ain't you a cutie pie?" she sneered at him, just shaking her head. She pressed her fingertips to her forehead, exasperated that all of this just went down. "Look, sweetheart, I know it's fun to play in the big leagues at time, but keep to your own crowd. I don't need some barely grown up jackass making my life harder than it is at the moment. Now," she continued with a fake smile plastered on her face. "Don't cross me again, or you may find some of your more important things-" Her eyes fell on his metal claws and she purred the last word. "-missing. Good? Great." She shoved passed him. "See you around, baby cakes." 

Moving ahead of the crowds, she paused by Tas and smirked. She clapped her on the shoulder and said, "I think you and I are going to be great friends. Maybe something more." Shadow dropped her a wink and blew her a kiss, sarcasm dripping behind each movement, before she moved passed her and headed toward the dorms. "By the way, I already had a job," she called over her shoulder. She found one that she liked, cold and dark, and flipped the light switch on. It illuminated the room quickly and she tossed her backpack onto the bed. Cracking her knuckles she looked around the room. It wasn't much bigger than the room at the orphanage that she shared with four other girls. 

Drawing her katanas off her back, she set them down carefully on one of the bedposts of her bed and she placed her knife back in her forearm sheath. She double checked all of her knives, the one in her boot and the two on her arms before actually proceeding to sit down awkwardly on the bed. She shook her head and rested her head in her hands. She preferred to be back in her apartment, thieving whenever she wanted. She was actually going to have to be careful here, which isn't fun. Well, this sucks already.