Bloody Mary's shouting woke Aliza, stirring her from dreams that were forever haunted by the grinding of chains and cries of ravens. Unlike most people, the sheer sound of Kate's voice didn't send her in panic. After three months with the HERO project in Brazil, she'd grown quite accustomed to the drill sergeant's attempts to rupture her eardrums. The insults clashed like water upon rocks, the waves of Kate's fury never reaching Aliza more peaceful, inland nature. Then again, she had 21 months of experience with HERO and how they handled stuff before even meeting with the Brazillian project. That, and Kate had been Aliza's sparring partner and trainer more often than not.<br/><br/>So when Aliza slung her grey hooded robe over her shoulders (Dr Mathews hated the thing, said it isolated her, but she found it's weight comforting, and easy to hide her chains under.) and floated out into grassy valley instead of a hotel hallway, she frowned a little. Hovering about a feet above the ground, she listened to her instructors while glancing over the other students. Pondering quiet what was to come as the disc took them to their destination, along with an opportunity to properly wash and get into their gear. Which, for Aliza, was the robe, a loose shirt, pants, solid boots, her gloves, and enough industrial steel chains to smother an elephant with.<br/><br/>The disc suddenly vanishing didn't affect her in the slightest either, even as her fellow students suddenly plummeted into the water below them. She was practically always levitating anyway, lifting herself up using the chains placed in strategic places in or under her clothes. Aliza ignored the growing spat on the beach as she floated down, fishing in the clear waters with her chains to help those that had trouble with it. Not everyone could swim after, Aliza knew she couldn't. Not properly at least. It was only when everyone was safe and sound on the muddy beach that Aliza floated over to the first few having their row near the showers.<br/><br/>She slid her chains back under her robe, glancing with a blank look on her face at the beacon Chiara had put up, before looking at the nun who stood there smiling.<span style="color: grey"> "Well done, you already lit the dinner lights for any nearby dusk."</span>Aliza spoke in a flat, bland tone which made it almost impossible to tell when she was being excruciatingly sarcastic again. Turning her attention to Elisabeth and Franz next. Simply raising a questioning eyebrow before looking at Rashida stumbling around the camp.<span style="color: grey">"What's Hercula looking for?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>