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'Teach? Teach Martial Arts?' Nice was surprised by the request, hadn't he come here to better himself? His arts and his knowledge? But then again, what better way to learn and refine one's art, than to teach it's intricacies? He followed the group blindly to the bar, considering if he really was capable of teaching without the presence of his masters. Even Nick's father often had his sensei in the dojo with him while he was teaching, because Izumi Sensei had an even deeper understanding of Judo than his father. 'But then again,' Nick reconsidered, 'it all started out somewhere. Maybe I should come up with my own style, instead of emulating what I've seen and practiced...'

He finally said, "Sure thing, I'd be glad to teach you. Infact, Sophie, would you be int-"

Nick was inerrupted by the clatter of a falling spoon, and looking past Sophie, saw some unknown guy grabbing the wrist of the Caretaker that had approached Sophie. 'What the,' he half stepped out from the line, muscles noteably looser than before, hands flexing, ready to strike at the unknown boy. But, as if surfacing from a dream, the boy broke away, mumbling appology, before tripping over himself and falling face-first into the floor. Bemused, Nick watched as the girl that had just almost been assaulted, 'What was her name, Quintessence?' swooped down like a hawk to help him up and clean up the mess.

Nick exchanged a surprised look with the girls and watched the boy's retreating back, walking out of the dining hall. "Well that was... unusual." He returned tray and filled it up with eggs, ham and oatmeal with a couple helpings of rehydrated fruit. Spotting a mostly empty table, he headed over there, beckoning the girls after him, noticing Quintessence leaving the dining hall with two trays of food. 'A mother to the bone that one.'

He gave a small nod of acknoledgment to the other two crewmen already seated at the table before attacking his breakfast with a vengence, bent on getting a second plate before they closed things down.