Kanako sat near the back of the class. The minute the conflict sprung up she relaxed slightly. Finally being able to [i]focus[/i] on her work, now that an argument was going on. She listened to the argument at hand and took out her Voice Notebook, quickly sketching out a strange pattern of foreign characters that no one else could read to be able to help her remember what everyone's voices sounded like.

When she stopped writing and actually focused on the argument she heard what the situation (that she hadn't been paying attention to) was. She didn't mind having a professor only a little older than she was. She'd had worse teachers before.

She put her Voice Notebook back into her bag, slipped on her goggles and watched the screen of the Hawkpad, she saw the internship invitation and wondered how the hell she was going to survive an internship when she could barely survive a classroom.