"Oh, I heard a couple of the upperclassmen where going to be teaching some of the classes."
That would be interesting, Alice thought. Some of the upperclassman, she was pretty sure, were the same age as her. They'd been at Eltz longer so she guessed they had more training if not experience. She'd had authority issues when teachers had had the advantage of age... -but she was here to learn not cause trouble, she'd be trying to behave which would be a difference from public school. She took another bite of her sandwich and listened as Riley continued.
"The one I'm really dreading is combat. I don't think that I could handle hurting someone purposely or accidentally. I'm not the violent type. Clearly." Riley said gesturing to her body as if that proved her point. Alice followed Riley's gesturing, observing the soft red curls, lean body, and very feminine, very preppy, attire, and found herself agreeing. Looks could be deceiving but if they were anything to go by she would assume that Riley was quite the docile type. Not that 'girly' necessarily meant 'weak'. "Well combat isn't just about hurting people. Like martial arts, it's also about defending yourself. Blocking, deflecting, avoidance. I'm sure they won't throw you in at the deep end," she offered, trying to be comforting.
The two of them must look like complete opposites Alice thought as she considered her own appearances. They were meant to be her defence, to avoid confrontation so that she didn't have to hurt people. Dark rimmed eyes, dark boots, dark jacket, dark jeans, there was a splash of colour with her choice of blouse today but overall her clothes did not shout 'girl scout'. That combined with the aggressive confidence she put into her stride and the trace of various scars on her body... she rubbed the still pink grazes on her knuckles without really thinking... no, if someone was stupid enough to give her trouble she was prepared to give it right back. She had hurt people on purpose and without regret, it was when accidents happened... Alice's stomach clenched, and she was instantly angry with herself for allowing her mind to wander to darker thoughts - which of course meant that on the outside she smiled a little brighter. Maybe she did deceive with her appearances in some ways.
"I'm not too concerned about combat," she said only a little stiffly; then continued a laugh, "I think I'll be more worried if I have to take history class because I know I'm bad at that."
Finishing off the last bite of her sandwich Alice found that her appetite has lessened somewhat. She set aside her cookie and settled for enjoying the rest of her coffee. She looked around the cafeteria and had a thought that brought a smirk to her lips, "So which of them do you reckon is a upperclassman teacher? And do think having a hot one will help you pay attention in class or be the distraction?"