<div class="floatleft">(http://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/746549258.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Brandt<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Mantis<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>2nd Floor, Room Three<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, Early evening<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>Olive Drab Sweater, Light Gray Sweatpants<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The Directors voice sounded angry. That was the most noticeable thing she recognized about Nick Fury as he stood upon the stage, commanding attention based on presence alone. He was practically exuding authority over the students and did so with a practiced poise and delivery, leaving no doubt in his mind or that of the students that he was the Commander. Or Director as it was. Mantis found the entire situation rather intriguing, including the mans manner of speaking.<br/><br/>Having spent most of her life with the Priests of Pama, such talk like she was hearing right now couldn't help but grab and seize her attention. Despite considering herself rather well learned, the Priests she grew up with had been excellent teachers in a variety of fields, her mind was still catching up with his English and translating it into her own native language. Furthermore, the impact of some of his words had far less effect upon her then his typical audience she imagined. She never thought of her skills and talents as gifts, or as herself being anything but human, but most importantly, when Nick Fury stated Captain Steve Rogers name, it was almost without impact upon her.<br/><br/>Granted she had heard of the so-called Battle of New York and been awestruck by the revelation of such advanced, and yet primitively barbaric extraterrestrial life that lived beyond their solar system and of Captain Steve Rogers role in it, but still she didn't have the same association with him as an icon as many of the others did. And not just because she wasn't American or Western or shared similar values, but just the natural seclusion of her culture from the world made her wonder if such miraculous individuals truly were rare or not. Having grown up and been tutored in a cloistered and sheltered world where possibilities were constantly stretched and bent, she was truly having a hard time realizing how exceptional the individuals SHIELD had gathered here, Steve Rogers included.<br/><br/>In fact, as she was in America now, she wondered that now that she got the chance to meet Steve Rogers, maybe she would get to meet another true American hero, like Michael Jordan or Carl Lewis. But, Steve Rogers was more martially inclined at the least. But she was still wary of him being a teacher, considering how such a well regarded soldier would ever be able to devote time to them while also serving his country. But if his desire was earnest, surely he would find a way to accommodate.<br/><br/>When his introductory speech was over and their attention drawn to the buffet, wondering if that was another test, before her eyes settled back down upon her transparent tablet... computer... thing. It took Jean to actually help Mantis figure out how to turn the thing on... and how to unlock it. And since then... Mantis hadn't exactly advanced much beyond just turning it on and unlocking it. Then her eyes turned back to the buffet again, where nothing seemed to truly stand out as wetting her appetite.<br/><br/>Deciding to take a lead from the other students she was barely acquainted with yet, she imagined following their lead would be best.