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</div></div><br/>As everyone got to know each other, Akena noted a few of the dynamics popping up, and tried to see what insight she could gain. It was harder than she thought. Frankly, it just felt like assumptions, but grandma had always mentioned that even the way someone conducted basic, everyday conversation could tell you more about a person than what they were saying. Karmyne was shy when faced with confident people, it seemed. She was cheerful and straightforward, but perhaps just needed to work on asserting herself a bit more. Or perhaps that fading blush was a bit more than just nervousness. Shiro seemed driven, and had a singularly focused mind. He cared about his skills and interests first, but looked like he was more than willing to work with the team so long as he could just get back to what he was doing. It reminded Akena a bit of the way she would be if the mantle of leadership hadn't been nailed to her shoulders. Robin was haughty, probably full of himself. He was expressing a pretty high opinion of himself, and a general disdain for his surroundings - one that probably led to a disdain for the people around him as well. Akena chided herself a bit, she wasn't really much better, and her own feelings on her teammate's attitudes shouldn't be a part of how she saw them through a leader's lens, especially since she was just extrapolating. Still, that was easier said than done, his attitude just felt...off. Maybe it'd be more apparent why as they spoke more.<br/><br/>She dimly noted they were all quite good looking, which wouldn't really be anything to worry about, even as young adults, unless...right, there was that thing Shiro just brought up. They were all in the same room.<br/><br/>Akena hadn't really stopped to consider how their sleeping accommodations would make everyone feel. She wasn't sure how she felt herself. Was the general idea at play that if they all lived together, they'd be able to coordinate better? It didn't seem that bad, but did that really have to involve everyone sleeping together, too? What else was expected, exactly, in the name of "team building"? She quickly cut off the more perverse chain of thoughts those ideas lead to. Karmyne was a bit distressed over the revelation, which wasn't unexpected. Rooming with four men could be difficult. Robin, Nekro, Shiro, and...wait, who was the fourth, again?<br/><br/>"I'm sure we'll all be on our best behavior, as Shiro and Robin have attested." She had to stop herself from breaking out in laughter, and simply settled on a not-so-reassuring half-smile of barely repressed mirth. Robin's rather specific note about micro-cameras didn't pass her, but for now she was enjoying this newfound source of amusement. They'd all of course assumed Akena was a man, something she was both used to and not exactly bothered by. She'd always had an androgynous look about her, something she found to her benefit when masking her faunus trait, even if they were subtle. Her frame was lacking in any overt womanly curves, and her clothing in public tended to be gender-neutral, with straight lines and loose fits. Her voice was usually soft, but with a slight rasp, making it harder to place. If they were all living together, then it would become apparent soon enough. For now, Akena decided to let it rest, simply looking forward to whatever shenanigans would ensure. Perhaps this whole situation forcing her out of her shell wasn't so bad after all.<br/><br/>"I think for bed assignments, we can just grab them as we see fit, right? If anyone has any needs, then we'll just accommodate." Akena didn't want to make it any more of an ordeal, they'd just pick a bed and make sure everyone was accommodated for. Robin's words, again, gave her pause. Between the microcamera snark and the blanket racist statements, she was getting the feeling he'd just be harder to work with. Best to ensure he knew where she stood, perhaps? Karmyne hadn't caught his statement in her distress, and maybe Shiro had, but both as a faunus and as a team leader, it was important that Akena be the one to put her foot down, she felt. "If you're not here to pick a bed, then you'll just have to deal with it - I doubt Nekro will care, even if it is a bit mean. I'll handle any heat if it comes to that. Though I fail to see why any of us being Faunus would make it a problem at all,<i>Mr. Farber</i>."<br/><br/>Her dark blue eyes were squarely on Robin as she finished, her tone implying that she would brook no problems from him. It all clicked into place. His origins, his attitude, the way he was avoiding them this morning... Her intuition had been leading her somewhere fruitful after all. Grandma's voice in her head was slyly telling Akena to make him sleep outside, or make an example of him via public humiliation, or something devious of the sort. Akena ignored it, this was a school for training, not some ruthless mafia. She adjusted her glasses and brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes, her gaze returning to the rest of the group.<br/><br/>"I'll head to the room. All of you should take care of what you need and head back there too so we can handle schedules and any miscellaneous role assignments. If Nekro doesn't show up, I'll just let the administration know, and he can get garbage duty the first week." She went to her tablet, pulling up the dorm building, and began walking, her straight posture and tone conveying that she was both out of the conversation and wasn't open to any real arguments. Akena felt<i>exhausted </i>internally. Was that really the right thing to do? This morning, she would have just ignored someone with Robin's attitude, but now he was on her team, in her room, and she was expected to have some kind of authority? But then, again, she'd just need to attack this with the same ethic as everything else: hard work and effort. Even if it was people.