Gloria spent time of the recess break getting acquainted with her new classmates, bugging her teammate to tell her more about this school, memorable fights in which he had participated, tips on the faculty and other things which usually get discussed at the first few meetings, and then continuing this activity with other classmates - someone with less patience could have named it "getting in their faces", if not for her honest and generally friendly disposition.
She stopped talking when girl on the scene started talking about....something official people usually talk at such occasions, probably; Gloria hasn't paid her much attention. In fact, she paid her no attention at all, almost instantly dozing off with very serious, almost solemn expression on her still-raised face - only half-lidded eyes and her deep breathing gave her away. She mastered the art of napping without giving herself away too much years ago, after all.
She almost jumped at the sound of director's voice, violently flinching and sending tremors through her row and one before it as he rapidly suppressed the urge to stand at attention; it was as if she's in the training camp all over again - and her unit's commander catched her sleeping at the duty. With a slight hitch in the voice she eyed director with eyes wide from the shock and whispered to herself, trying to calm down:
- You've gotta be shitting me....
Then, as she remembered where and who she is, her eyes narrowed, turning to scowl fixed at the director. As she listened to him speaking to the audience and feeled pressure of the man's presence rolling around her, her eyes filled with quiet anger. So when he focused his gaze on her - she didn't noticed that he did it to everyone else too - she met it with hard defiance in her eyes. "Who the hell do you think you are, trying to beat us into awe with your little tricks?", quietly fumed Gloria as man walked away. She decided that it would be better to forge the iron while it's hot and looked around her for someone - or something - pertinent to the problem at hand.
Well, it looked like that japanese boy with probably-Arm-induced discoloration of eyes and hair was entirely unimpressed by the director's speech. Which was something, Gloria reasoned, looking around her and finding most of the people still shocked by that man's speech. "Well, it looks like that at least someone here could keep their wits. Good start, then.", she darkly mused, making her way to the said boy as people began to file out.
- Hey, Takumi, right? - Gloria lightly poked him in the shoulder - I need to discuss someting vit you. - her Middle-Eastern accent was a lot more pronounced in her speech than usual. - Also might need your 'elp vit someting.
She stopped talking when girl on the scene started talking about....something official people usually talk at such occasions, probably; Gloria hasn't paid her much attention. In fact, she paid her no attention at all, almost instantly dozing off with very serious, almost solemn expression on her still-raised face - only half-lidded eyes and her deep breathing gave her away. She mastered the art of napping without giving herself away too much years ago, after all.
She almost jumped at the sound of director's voice, violently flinching and sending tremors through her row and one before it as he rapidly suppressed the urge to stand at attention; it was as if she's in the training camp all over again - and her unit's commander catched her sleeping at the duty. With a slight hitch in the voice she eyed director with eyes wide from the shock and whispered to herself, trying to calm down:
- You've gotta be shitting me....
Then, as she remembered where and who she is, her eyes narrowed, turning to scowl fixed at the director. As she listened to him speaking to the audience and feeled pressure of the man's presence rolling around her, her eyes filled with quiet anger. So when he focused his gaze on her - she didn't noticed that he did it to everyone else too - she met it with hard defiance in her eyes. "Who the hell do you think you are, trying to beat us into awe with your little tricks?", quietly fumed Gloria as man walked away. She decided that it would be better to forge the iron while it's hot and looked around her for someone - or something - pertinent to the problem at hand.
Well, it looked like that japanese boy with probably-Arm-induced discoloration of eyes and hair was entirely unimpressed by the director's speech. Which was something, Gloria reasoned, looking around her and finding most of the people still shocked by that man's speech. "Well, it looks like that at least someone here could keep their wits. Good start, then.", she darkly mused, making her way to the said boy as people began to file out.
- Hey, Takumi, right? - Gloria lightly poked him in the shoulder - I need to discuss someting vit you. - her Middle-Eastern accent was a lot more pronounced in her speech than usual. - Also might need your 'elp vit someting.