<div class="floatleft">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn187/LouderThanForte/Mobile%20Uploads/2015-11-06%2016.28.05_zpsmycj9r9r.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aurelie Arturo<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airship<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/>Aurelie grinned stupidly as she continued to fawn over the girl's shoes, oblivious both to their owner's discomfort and lack of knowledge.  Calculations flooded her head like a scroll on steroids.  "Atlas tech?  Oh my.  Are they strictly Dust-powered propulsion?  I'll have to take a closer look sometime."  Not that the girl had given her permission to take a look at them now, but all things were negotiable.  She quickly stood up and shot out a hand.  "Aurelie Arturo, and you are..." At that moment, she took a closer look, as if actually seeing her beyond the white hair and the Cloud Kickers for the first time.  Aurelie was wont to do that at times, ignoring the person in favor of the tech, but if she was to succeed at Beacon, she'd have to start paying more attention.<br/><br/>"Hang on.  I think I know you - you went to Signal, no?"  Peering through her glasses, she squinted her eyes and tilted her head.  "We had... Battle Tactics together.  Possibly.  Maybe.  I think." Face recognition was definitely a thing she would have to work on.  "Your name was..." she quickly glanced at the shock of white and the small prismatic streak and gave her best guess, "Rainbow... Brite?"<br/><br/>Maybe now was not the best time to work on her social skills.  Looking for an exit, she glanced around, hearing another student losing their lunch to the waste bin.  She grimaced nervously, as if trying to smile, then tilted her head in the faunus' general direction.  "Gosh... she... looks uncomfortable.  Maybe she could use some help..."