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Harriet, lacking the honed skills for patience, was about to answer Azazel's call to conversation when Senna finally spoke up. She did her best to listen with intrigue, but unfortunately, from her perception, it seemed that Senna largely viewed her training without much gumption or tenacity... almost as if she were afraid of herself, or at least afraid to talk about herself. Harriet did hear the word discipline, but she had never learned the English word as her father never put it that way... though it did not sound too different from the German her uncle used and Harriet nodded slowly as her eyes returned to their blasé default, half-understanding.

"Sounds natty." She muttered with a half-smile and a distracted tilt of her head. Without really turning her gaze over to Azazel, she addressed his comment about her skills as a swordsman. "Seelen Schlaeger is a Claymore... even the tallest are still meant carry swords nearly their length. It's the weight that matters. My training..." but Harriet did not continue on the subject of her training. Her training was brutal and unforgiving, cruel and unending, and she was sworn not to speak of it to anyone. Even her uncle didn't know exactly what her father had put her through to give her the skill to raise a sword of the mass that she carried and wield it as though it were a feather.

Instead, she eyed Azazel as if to remind him how much shorter than her he was. "Call the kettle black? What is that?" Harriet asked derisively, pointing at the unusual weapon in Azazel's lap. It reminded her of a fan folded back on itself, only crafted out of a wicked-looking metal rather than fancy fabrics. For a moment, the notion distracted her and she considered how useful a disguised weapon might be, not that she really knew of any time when it would be necessary to disguise a weapon. Maybe Spionage.

The instructor had not planned on bringing his blade out on this silly little trip, but the expression in Amalia's eyes.... He couldn't pin it down, and she refused to meet him eye to eye, which was unusual to him. Knowing the woman, he may get reamed later for 'not being prepared.' Once the woman made her exit, he scoffed in annoyance as he gave into what he basically interpreted as a silent order. Quickly he departed for his car, where he last placed his weapon. It was a quick trip, and he was back in enough time to watch as the others entered the taxi.

He glanced to each one, assessing them silently, but he had to take a double take to Azazel. What was that expression he swore he just witnessed? It was so brief he could have sworn that it was a figment. But.... what if it wasn't? Did this boy see his peers, his comrades, as just toys, tools even. Only needed to get him where he wanted to be? An uneasy feeling sunk into his innards and he vowed to keep a close eye on the boy. Maybe even keep him on a tight leash.

As he looked away, he eyes bare witness to the most adorable of oddities; Senna smiled. And suddenly his brain switched modes, grinding face first into the gutter that he had almost revealed it on his face. Squinting his eyes, he pulled back on his smile, trying hard to hide the perv in it. Unfortunately for them all he was now seeing everyone, boy and girl alike, naked and mud wrestling for his enjoyment alone. He climbed into the taxi van, his blade settled at his side, and sat down as silent and happy as a clam.

"Me? Why I would never!" He proclaimed to Anachide at the kettle remark, he did chuckle though. "I am sorry if I offended you, I merely meant that it is unique to see a woman who wields the large blade, and thus it is a good thing. Going against the restrictions of meaningless traditional customs brings a prosperous future, as they say." Giving her another pleasant smile before regarding his weapon. "This is an axe." He gives her simply, though it would be different than any other normal axe. He turned his head away to find Hatake beside him. "Hatake... Hmm it bothers me that I cannot recall you, I'm sorry. Well then again, if you were from Balamb, I probably don't know you. I haven't been here for very long and there are so many more people here than in Trabia Garden." He said in that strangely polite, friendly condescension. Was he being snooty or was he in serious remorse about not remembering the boy?

His attention goes to Seymour when the man sat down. (What the hell is he smiling so giddy about?) Craning his neck back over to Instructor Warring. "Are we going to clear the residential district, Instructor? Wouldn't we have to secure the residents first?"