A thin woman with a slightly muscular but still feminine build stood within earshot of the Dean and his flock of cronies. The stark platinum blonde of her long hair was countered by the deep black of her leather dress, which seemed like it was rather thick and heavy. She stared at the back of the deans balding head with a narrowed glare, the blue of her eyes shining through the narrowed slits of her eyelids. The dean was continuing his rant on the prosperity of the young, and how the world economy would suffer if a single one of these entrepreneurial young adults were lost in the wilds. Contessa Giovanni almost laughed aloud. Thinking to herself, 'Bullshit. The Organization deliberately sends us off to die. This way, they remove free thinkers and other dissidents from developing and creating change in this horrifically flawed society of ours.' Turning her head away so she didn't have to look at the blind fools gobbling up the propaganda the dean was spewing into their gaping baby bird faces, Contessa looked at the graduating class of Trainer academy. 'Not the sharpest tools in the box, but still usable I guess.' She went through her normal boredom exercise of mentally calculating who was more valuable than who. 'That guy... He's obviously worth more to me than her...' She had obtained this practice early on in primary school, after she first learned that not everybody was as charming as herself, or as brilliant, or as wily. Her father was very upset with her when she told him this practice of hers, Sergio yelling at her for thinking of her classmates so inhumanly. She never stopped, but her father did end up lowering himself on her list of worth however.