<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>Arthur, Jean, Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Mantis smiled warmly, and politely, bowing her head slightly before hesitating and offering her extended hand to the man with the British voice. "Arthur from... England?" she then said in a slightly accented English, which despite having never left Vietnam until a few days ago, seemed to be a language she had excellent conversational command of, despite some odd inflections. "Please call me Mantis. Brandt is the... how do you say.... surname of my Father. I did not carry it, but it is my legal name apparently to SHIELD and Vietnamese Ministry of Health," she stated matter of factly whilst leading the way to the buffet line, figuring the dining experience would help in socializing with the others. Outside of the briefest of interactions however, outside of Jean Grey, she hadn't had the chance to really meet any of the students but was thankful when she encountered the friendly redhead at the buffet line and pointing out not only the edible foods, at least from her point of view, but also invited her to sit with her other friends or people she had met as well.<br/><br/>She found a platter of various dinner foods, avoiding the rice after having tried it the first day and finding it decidedly drier then she typically enjoyed, plus the rice itself was low quality. Instead she was taking a dinner cue from the Westerners and was tentatively trying a pasta and steamed vegetable medley which was apparently a common combination here in the states, at least as much as rice and vegetables was in her homeland. Then, to be even more truly daring, she rounded it out with something called macaroni and cheese, another noodle dish, and something which actually looked rather terrifying to her, cheesy broccoli. As she sat at Jean's table, realizing instinctively how popular she seemed to be, even from the envious, possibly lusty stares she was getting from some of the more masculine young males present, Mantis wondered how she would fit into this whole social dynamic.<br/><br/>It was something for her to ponder as she introduced herself to the Western world of an infinite varieties of cheeses and how to prepare them.