"Acting as a team, huh?" Eins, or rather Drossel, said to herself as she looked at the other girls scrambling into action. "It's not like I'm a part of that. In fact, I probably shouldn't even be mixed with them. But, since I'm here... I might as well try to have some fun. It's been a while since I got to stretch my legs, after all," she thought as she stood on the sidelines while the rest of the girls formed their plans, gave pep talks, and even tried to use some of the junk spread through the arena to their advantage.
"Hey--"
And just before she could do anything, the exercise ended because the other girls were incapable of proper coordination. Or at least that's what Valeria seemed to think. Eins wasn't built for fighting, but even she felt a little bummed that the only chance she had in a while was cut down so shortly.
"Anyway, I guess it's time to peddle my wares." Eins dusted off her coat and approached the newby magical girls right after Valeria dismissed their class before they could truly scatter around. "Excuse me, please. I know you want to have some debriefing with the girls, but I hope you don't mind if I at introduce myself before that. Right, Miss Valeria... erm, Val... Ma'am?" Eins tried to find the best way to get around Valeria's spiky shell as she kind of interrupted the post-class activities to peddle her wares.
"It's kind of a bummer what happened, right? Getting the exercise cut just when you were trying to figure it out," she said as she circled around the group. "By the way, I guess I should introduce myself, right?" She added with a sheepish smile on her thin lips.
"I'm Eins Reinhardt, but I guess you can call me Magical Girl Drossel, the Tuner." Eins introduced herself with a gracious curtsy, while the nutcracker soldier that followed her raised his gun in a salute. "It would be my pleasure to help you girls get a little more in touch with your grimoires. If you wish, of course," she added with a beaming smile on her lips.