Unfazed by the bald Sith tone, Vestara watched the large man try to lecture her for a few moments, then smiled innocently, only her eyes betraying the anger and contempt she felt towards the bald man, the academy and pretty much everyone around.<br/>Vestara shrugged. "It is simple, really... You<em>agreed</em>to teach me, because your precious Academy has<em>accepted</em>a large donation from my father. And this means, you owe House Syn and me as its representative a service. I came here to train, not to hear lectures from the likes of<em>you</em>." The last word she said with barely contained disgust. This simpleton dared to lecture her, the future ruler of the House of Syn?<br/>Having said that, Vestara looked at the two trainees standing in a line, looking them over. "Oh, and are you so desperate for trainees that you gather beggars from the streets?" she remarked with a smirk, nodding at the very angry girl in the tattered robes. Vestara shook her head, her lips twisted in disgust. That girl radiated so much anger that even she, barely trained in the dark side could feel it. "Did you find the angriest beggar and brought her here?! No wonder you accepted daddy's money..." she said, and lazily walked towards the trainees to stand besides them, forming a sort of a line. She did come to study here, but it didn't mean she'd accept preaching and lecturing from the instructors. They are merely tools to uplift students, so they should know their place!<br/><br/>After a few moments of standing, the silent Sith who were standing at the edge of the balcony spoke. He spoke in a quiet voice, but Vestara head him anyway. She heard the unspoken warning in his words, as well as a dark promise. She considered her options briefly. She could tell the pilot to leave the shuttle there, but then, she'd open her shuttle for any attacks. The two soldiers inside wouldn't last long against a fully trained Sith, and she told the pilot to land on the balcony of the great hall to check what she'd be able to get away with. Enough of conflicts, for now, she decided. She wanted to push the instructors a little and see their response, not to aggravate them. Not that she was afraid to aggravate them, it simply was not in her immediate interests to do so.<br/><br/>Vestara fished out of a pocket a small comm-link. "Shuttle Mern-24, you may return home. Confirm."<br/>The shuttle pilot gave confirmation and soon after that, with a low hum of repulsors, it lifted and took off, flaring its ion engines, rapidly gaining altitude.