Anrie Ackerman
Anrie glanced at the weapon choices of the last few people to go after finishing her own inventory check and securing the belt snug against her hips. The old man spoke up and she turned to face him stiffly, prepared for any orders they were to receive. Would it be a job like assassination, smuggling, or blackmail? She felt that she was ready, especially with the new weapon in her petite hands.
"Once you've received your weapon of choice, please make your way to the training simulator. Staff members will escort you. There, you'll train with your new weapons for no longer than an hour, and retire to your rooms. Have a nice night." The last bit was almost sarcastic, as he turned with a flat and grim expression to walk back down the lonely hallway. Anrie watched his retreat before continuing to examine the hall. Was Santaio coming to get her? Anxiety fluttered around in her emotions before she pushed it away and walked up to a stationed nurse quietly. “Can you please escort me to the simulator? I don’t know my way there.” The nurse frowned causing Anrie to glance away awkwardly before straightening and gesturing towards the door. “Please? Lead the way.”
With a sigh the rail thin nurse bounced towards Anrie’s destination. She didn’t bother for conversation and mutually it was the same. Once there, the nurse nodded and pointed at the room before prancing off with a grumble or two. Anrie scrutinized her, fingers twitching to hurt her. How dare she criticize her for being directionally challenged. Santaio was way better than her. Santaio would have led her directly there then made sure she was inside. Anrie stuck up her tongue before composing herself to make her way inside.
Her stoic expression, eased and relaxed, took in the scene. Zakhar and Francis were already here and she nodded a greeting at both even though they had been together not yet even an hour ago. She minutely took in the machine but had been prepared to see what she saw, so instead she took interest in propping up against the wall and listening to the conversation placed between Zakhar and Francis.