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[ Regardless of what some off-world cadets may claim, it turns out that they actually don't brainwash those who become SeeDs. Therefore, even if one goes and gets hired on as part as the staff? There's definitely nothing that says they just magically forget about things that were known as a cadet.

Case in point: the 'secret area' of the training center, which may just become the location of a rather unpleasant surprise for anyone who dares to make a late-night trip up to the secluded balcony there- Instructor Claire Farron, leaning against the rail and looking generally... well, miserable, though as always she's bound to be trying to hide it.

Of course, how she ever found the place to begin with when she has no real friends is up for debate.

In any case, obviously she's not exactly in a good mood, and obviously, she's probably not doing much of this 'sleeping' thing recently. This extends to the day time as well, as anyone who's in her classes or currently being tutored may notice she's suddenly grown even more tense and prone to distancing herself... and if not that, then they should still be pretty hard-pressed to miss that several days ago she cut off most of her hair. The reason for that should be clear; she is not a fan of particular recent arrivals.

Good luck figuring out when she actually does stuff like shower or eat anything besides the occasional in-hand fruit now, although people are still welcome to try.... ]

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I get the impression that was probably the point.

[ Definitely not disagreeing, though- with the structure's general appearance and the way it lights up, it's about the closest thing Claire's found to resembling Eden from back in her own world. With the way her pale eyes go back to it and stay there... it's probably a testament to magical modification by itself that she obviously doesn't suffer the discomfort of spotty vision from the act. ]

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[A silence settles between them as they both gaze out into the distance. A few moments later, though, Quistis turns her head to glance at Claire, before turning her eyes back to the scenery before them.]

Your classes are still going well, I hope?

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[ Claire's a pretty suspicious woman already and the stress doesn't help, so her first thought... is wondering if Quistis had heard something bad about one of her classes somewhere, even if the context doesn't quite make sense. ]

I believe so.

[ Said with a reasonable level of calmness, but she's still very much tense, gripping the rail with the hand hidden beneath her other arm with crushing force.

And... she's just making the awkwardness grow, isn't she? Or at least, that's how it feels to her- pretty weird, since usually that's not the case with her at all. ]

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That's good to hear.

[There's another pause after she says this, the awkward silence stretching between them for a few moments. Honestly, it's not all that awkward for Quistis; she's use to such situations as these. She doesn't exactly have the best social skills...]

I know how hard it can be sometimes, being an instructor. But you seem to have a good head on your shoulders. I doubt you'll run into any problems.