Marishka
Someone sure has stepped on his toes, was Marishka's first thought of Jomoke Demarco. That and practically all the words that could be used to describe an arrogant, and cocky human. Her opinion of him wasn't very high, yet, her opinion of anyone wasn't very high. That included herself.
She surveyed the faces of her teammates again, supressing the urge to gag at the sight of the woman in pink. What an ugly color. The first words that came to her when she looked at Ren Winston was faux innocence. It hadn't come to mind that the woman-in-pink's innocence was actually real. She began to hate the woman even more when she opened her mouth. Can she get anymore naive?
Her impressions of the others weren't as bad Pinkie's (her new nickname for Ren Winston).
Zane Ulrich AKA "Masked Guy": Eh. Not bad.
Hideo Asoh AKA "Blind Kid": If I lose my temper, he'd be the first to go. Just because he'd be standing next to me. Poor bastard.
Finnlin Firenze AKC "Weird Language Person": Let's hope she's bilingual.
Richard Burkoff AKA "Drac" or "Dracula" (She thought Jomoke's nickname for Burkoff fit him well): I hope the bastard fries.
Brianna Nofal AKA "Weirdo": Boring....
Ren Winston AKA "Pinkie": She'll be a useful body-shield if I ever need one.
Marishka sighed softly, and walked out of the classroom to follow Mr. Smith.