Marrue Ramius returned to the faculty office, and sat at her desk before opening her terminal to begin doing some grading on the Student's homework. Though as she worked, she couldn't help but wonder if what they were doing is actually teaching these girls, or simply keeping them occupied until the governments of the world, and major corporations could figure out what to do with them. Most of the girls were friendly enough, no different than your averge late high school, early College women. Some were a handful, like Heavy Arms. Still there was others that unnerved some of the Teachers. Girls like the stoic Gouf, and Musha Gundam. Gouf has always been an enigma in that she rarely speaks to people, nor does she really interact with others. She is all the time training, and has never once stepped foot off campus on the weekends to visit the town. She never has any incoming, or outgoing mail either. It is like she has nothing outside the School. Some teachers mention it is like Gouf is preparing for something, or expecting something to happen. Noin is particularly unnerved around her cause while the other MS girls were deeply affected by what happened to Psycho Gundam, Gouf didn't appear to change, maybe become more cold.<br/><br/>"Something the Matter, Miss Ramius?" The calm collected voice of Ramba Ral asked as he approached with a cup of coffee. Setting a fresh cup on her desk. "Thank you." Ramius stated as she took the cup, and taken a generous sip of the bitter dark liquid. "Ah, I needed that. It is I'm just wondering what our purpose is here, at the Academy." She explained. "Our job is to tech our young charges to be able control their gifts. Ral replied simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the in the world. Ramius gave him a look. "You read that in the Teacher's handbook?" She asked. "It is the truth, Miss Raimus" Ral replied.<br/><br/>However, it would appear that his answer wasn't taken lightly as Raimus dropped a heavy hand upon her desk. "DON'T SHIT ME, RAMBA!" She growled. "I know that those Security guards prowling around the campus, and Island are not<em>just</em>for keeping the "Riffraff" out. It is the make sure the girls don't leave!" She snapped at him. Ramba simply sighed as he set his cup down, and gave Ramius a stern gaze. "The world at large is terrified of those girls, and rightfully so. Or have you forgotten about Hong Kong?" He asked. This seemed to deflate Ramius somewhat. "No, i have not. How could anyone forget<em> that</em>." She replied. "Precisely, and there are even more powerful Gundams, and Mobile suits than Psycho. Physalus can wield Nuclear Warheads." Ramba explained. "So...we're their Jailers, as well as their Teachers." Ramius muttered. "Yes, we are. But we're also their protectors." He would add as he moved to the window, and looked out over the main quad of the Campus. There, he was able to spot a blue clad young woman simply standing there in her armor. Her deep red eyes looking right up at the faculty office, and Ral couldn't shake the feeling that she was looking right up at him.