She waited, eyes watching her new student, acting like she felt no rush to start his training at the moment. She was watching something other than just his form, body made of muscle and ready for all that this world would need of him. She was looking at what he was under the surface, looking for the spark of life that defined what species he harbored and how she should direct his training.<br/><br/>Standing up and flipping her phone closed with a soft click in a fluid motion, she placed the phone in her suit breast pocket. Turning from the window with the same fluid motion, she walked to stand before the new comer with her arms crossed. Black green hair and green eyes, reptile of some sort, she assessed. "Name?" she offered in a soft voice but crisp tone. Almost as if she was bored with the formality of it all. Her weapon clinked against her belt as she began to circle the taller man.<br/><br/>She took more from her eyes than her other senses, but she was not unlike others of her breed. She could smell ash and feel the heat from his soul. A fire reptile? It would be a first for her, but couldn't be very different from any other she had trained. She could hear his heart beating fierce and strong beneath his human form, but it was her eyes that gave her the most information. Her eyes could go between the surface of what appeared to be, to the place of reality. No other could pull the wool over her eyes, as the saying was. It was the raven in her, the singer of her blood, that made her perfect for her job.<br/><br/>She had seen and felt his confidence, the same over baring that so many men had fallen to beneath her. She feigned ignorance to this, letting the new comers believe what he wanted, ignored what was obvious to her. She wanted to smirk, wanted to lay into the fresh blood, and let it spill to the floor in it's black spray, but she was passed her desires ruling her, she was professional.