When the group on the podium took off to let other classes gather and get organized, Kat slipped off her pedestal. She quickly and easily caught up with the group while being sneaky enough not too alert them to her presence unless they looked over their shoulders. If they did, they'd see the catgirl dressed in her school uniform, which was the right size, thus did have the skirt reach up to her knees, unlike the skirts of others. Carrying a hip bag with her, Kat certainly looked a lot more like belonged to be here than most of the others, but cats always were capable of that.<br/><br/>When the teacher told of the areas they were allowed to go, Kat's ears perked up in attention. Places one wasn't allowed to enter were always more interesting, with their strange allure of the forbidden. She had explored earlier so she knew most of the building already, so the rest of the teacher's speech felt redundant. When shown in their classroom, Kat almost gagged.<span style="color: darkgray">"Aside from the view, this seems like a dull place to spend dull days. And since when did guided tours involve sitting down on terrible chairs?"</span>She muttered lowly, while looking for a spot somewhere near the back, no caring who sat in her immediate vicinity.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>