There, in the training room (technically the basement, with a curtain drawn, so the Ecto Containment Unit wouldn't be a distraction), the training video was cut off.

"And that, Juniors, is the conclusion of the video portion of your training, today!" The trainer was a bizarre individual; she was 6 feet tall, and had bubblegum pink hair, done in pigtails. The uniform had changed itself, perhaps to set the Bureau of Occult Occurrences apart from The Ghostbusters? She was dressed in canvas work pants, a simple t-shirt and an open, navy blue field jacket, with a black name patch. The patch had red stitching that spelled 'GILLMORE'. The willful addition of the iconic "no ghost" emblem on the right sleeve, though not in line with proper uniform, definitely pointed to embracing the connection to the New York based business entity.

"Next, we'll be going over the standard field equipment, as the field is where you'll be spending much of your time, in this organization!" A pause, a falter to the smile, "Unless the Station Master assigns you to 'training detail' because he's mad at you, or something..."

Extending a telescopic pointer, she gave a a swish, "Who wants to pick the first thing we talk about, on that table?" Another swish, gesturing to a folding table, with a variety of equipment laid out for demonstration purposes.

Another swish, putting the pointer into a students' face, "How about you, 'sunshine'?"

Victor bristled at the trainer's gesture. He was sure she meant to be upbeat with it, but he found it annoying.

He was leaning back in his seat, not really paying attention to her. The name tag on his uniform read 'SILVA,' and his outfit appeared to be one or two sizes too big for him. His black hair was shaved on one side, and it was long and braided on the other, ending in bright green highlights. Victor's hazel eyes flashed as the instructor's attention shifted to him, conveying his slight disdain toward her attitude. He smirked a bit at her question, but there was no happiness behind it.

"Déjame en paz, payasa," he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes. Then, he glanced over at the table and gestured vaguely at what looked to be a metal box with a light bulb affixed to it.

"How about that? Is it some kind of fantasma-catching equipment, or do you just put your leftovers in it?"

The question was serious, but Victor laughed a bit at his own joke.

Javier sat there, sort of curious, sort of unimpressed after watching the video. Perhaps his expectations were a bit high, but he was here now, and so far, so good. He sat there in a relaxed stance, and his uniform had 'XIRAU' on his name tag. It was the right size for him, but it felt a bit tight. Like it shrunk a bit somehow.

He had presented himself normally with his curly black hair and facial hair trimmed a bit. Javier wanted to make a good first impression and seemed a bit overprepared. Which he does not know if anyone has noticed or cared about.

Still, Javier listened to what Gillmore said and looked over the table that had several pieces of equipment on it. He did somewhat pay attention to what Victor had said. Since he was very much curious about what was on the table, he chose to say something about it. "Yeah, what is that," Javier pointed toward what looked like a rectangular metal box. "Is that used to hunt or trap ghosts?"

She gasped, looking to the item they pointed at, then back to them, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oooh, a good pick, and a good guess!" She skipped over to the table, setting down the pointer, and picking up a controller.

"This, is the state of the art, standard issue, all-terrain ghost trap!" As she worked the control, it raised up on wheels, and zipped right off the table, only to sprout propellers, and fly about the room! "We kept finding ourselves in situations where we couldn't count on being able to just... Roll it under the ghost, so the PRDC worked this up, based on the innovations of none other than The Spengler Family!"

It took a dive, swooping much too close to Victor, "Whoops, haha! Do be mindful of where you steer it, though- one collision could make leftovers of your hair, and force a teammate to finish shaving their head, right, Junior Silva?"

Resuming more skillful control, she brought it to land where it started, switching from the controller to the pointer, again, looking around at the class. "Who's next?"

Danny had ben unimpressed with the training video. In fact while it was playing he was more focused on the fact he was given a brown uniform and if it was because of his last name, clearly visible on his nametag, or if it was just a coincidence.

When Gillmore showed of the ghost trap he was surprised by the box sprouting wheels until he heard the explanation. Seeing it suddenly fly was shocking, especially with how close it got to Victor's head but at least it seemed he didn't get hurt.

When Gillmore asked if anyone else had question Danny spoke up. "Yeah, what is with that backpack with the hose attached?" He pointed to the proton-pack, but was sure his description made it clear what he meant.

Inspector Gillmore blinked, eyes a little wider than usual, muttering, "We... Use these in public..." A slight shake of her head, and she continued out loud, "That, Junior..." A moment to eye his nametag, "-Brown! Ha! That is the 'Proton Pack'; removing the protective casing would reveal something similar to the original 'Spengler' design."

She stood it up, so they could all get a good look at it. "The casing adds a bit of weight, but, out here where we find ourselves running around in the woods and underbrush more often, it's vital for reducing time spent on maintenance, so, a bit of a trade off. Oh! Also-" She opened up a hatch in the center, and removed the element from the centrifuge, "Quick-release centrifuge, in case it's damaged, or there's a call to switch to brass-plated coils for more 'Oomf'!"

She set it down, "I'd demonstrate, but as a matter of 'saf-tee'-" She drew out the last word, and made heavy air-quotes, as well as a mock-frown, "-we have to keep it boring until we get you all cleared for weapons' training... The controls on the neutrona wand are largely the same; you have the ignition, at the base, witch connects the wand to the pack, the noise letting you know you have a good charge, and these two buttons-" she pointed to the two small buttons further up, one read, the other yellow, "The red is for the blaster stream; the fun one, that does all the property damage, haha, 'The tax-payers' bane'!" She made a show of waving the wand around, making explosion sounds before putting it down and continuing. "Haha, that one's my favorite! But, just as important, is the yellow button, that's the tether; the blaster weakens them, the tether is what grabs hold! The institute modified the functions so we can use either stream independently- Officially, they say starting with just the tether, and letting someone else blast the ghost conserves power- haha, right, because these babies are gonna run out of juice while any of us are still alive!- Nah, I think what nobody is saying out-loud is that when you start with the tether, the blast stream is less likely to miss, and add 'character' to the local architecture. Like I said, 'boring'!"

She kept smiling, but a look of concern came to her eyes, "I wasn't paying attention, are you all taking notes? I think there's a written test, in the training, nowadays... Whatever, and who can name this warm and friendly guy?" She held up what was easily the smallest device on the table, pressing a button, causing several lights to start blinking as a pair of little wings smoothly flip out, waving up and down.