After some time of his speech, Lim watched the cycloptic professor call out the goat man who leered at her earlier. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of justice at the way the man berated him. Karma truly was a bitch. Lim never really did understand the phrase before then, knowing karma was merely a spiritual idea, and not an actual person. But now she wished it was, because she would shake her hand right then and there.<br/><br/>When the manticore landed, Lim’s attention was immediately pulled to the monstrous creature. He was incredible. She’d heard of beasts as immense as him but never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she’d see one in person. This was most certainly the place for her to tap into her font of power, of that she was certain, if the professors and the speech were any indication of the promises this school held.<br/><br/>Then came the tedious part, as they went down the line, pairing everybody up. She was certain that it did not matter who she’d be paired with, she would excel, and even gain that internship. She didn’t much care for such a reward, but she was rather competitive by nature. And who knows? Maybe it would turn out to be exactly what she needed to climb the ladder of power. Her mother could never reach goddesshood, settling as a lesser goddess, a Demi-goddess. If Lim could go beyond her mother’s expectations, oh what a thrill it would be to not become just as powerful, but to even surpass her entirely.<br/><br/>Her excitement was quickly cut short though when she was left with none other than the perverted goat man. Lim’s heart sank as her eyes drifted towards him. Her face was unreadable when he approached her. Then a smile spread across her lips when he declared himself the hero in their pairing. Her expression was patronizing at best, mocking at worst. “Listen, I may not be as knowledgeable in current events as everybody else here, but even<i>I</i>know satyrs never amount to anything...but small...lowly...sidekicks.” He may have had her by a foot in height, but she stared up at him with the same confidence, the same sense of superiority, as if he were merely an ant beneath her foot.<br/><br/>Then, she shrugged nonchalantly. “But! If you believe what you say, then who am I to crush your hopes? Let’s head on over to get evaluated and let the school reveal to you the truth.” She reached a hand up to his face, lightly caressing from his brow to his cheekbone with just the tip of her finger, “I look forward to seeing those leering eyes downturned in defeat.” And with that, she pulled her hand away, turned her back to him, and sauntered towards the evaluation area, whether he followed or not.