"Rather impressive" Zeph thought, the senior ranking members easily diffused a situation. A small show of force along with a stern warning, even if the two posturing males could have contended with the guards they had the intelligence to hold back their rage. However she found many of the rest of the group, in a word. "Lacking" Her thought slipped through her lips but no one seemed to pay it attention, and with the little of amount of context provided it was unlikely anyone would pick up on the meaning.
The building was to be her residence, she trailed the group observing the various changes in posture as some became more alert and others seemed to relax in the setting far faster. Zeph herself noted that these mental notes are likely a nervous trait, similar to her rather rigid posture. Being surrounded by what could only be compared to a Deco styled architecture, It seemed to portray both order and dominance at the same time, similar to the ideology that its owners represent.
The weight of her twin bags began to inform her of their weight. Her family packed her bags to the brim with what is likely overpriced scandalous attire, the mere thought made her eyes roll. As like the rest she found a room with her name and began to unpack her things. The room in comparison to the one provided by her parents was rather quaint, much more comforting.
After some time, she reemerged with a much more plain garb. A simple red and black pantsuit...Not exactly as subtle as she thought but far less revealing. A meal was her next objective, she stood thinking back to its location as she locked her door. "One year 34 hours remaining..."