<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Storm: Color her unimpressed</strong></span><br/><hr/><br/>She offers Caroline a small wave as a knock on the door sounded once again. She began to speak as she moved in carefully planned elegant motions, her voice as baritone and accented as ever.<br/><strong><br/>"Please make use of whatever facilities you would like, Caroline, they are all at your disposal."</strong>She offers the well-muscled woman a small smile as she moves to open the door to let her out and to also greet the potential next student she would encounter rapping on the door.<br/><br/>Pulling the door open she focuses her crystal blue eyes onto the seeming wreak of humanity on the other side. Obviously still drunk, with the pungent scent of hedonistic activity still hanging on him she narrows her eyes. The exotic, very African features of her dark-chocolate skinned face twist into an obvious sign of contempt and distaste, some of the first fully recognizable emotions she allowed to show on her features.<br/><br/><strong>"Go... find your room, clean yourself up."</strong>Her baritone voice was low and dripping with annoyance as she spoke. The conversation ended at that point as far as she was concerned. Shaking her head one last time she flips a sign on the door signifying that she is out of her office and could be found elsewhere. Stepping around the drunken or hung over man at the door she beckons for the well muscled woman inside to follow her as she moves towards the elevator to head down to the sub level and join the others already training.