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Yuka waved to Cresta as the nurse departed. "Well, there in one class isn't that bad, I suppose," she thought to herself, shrugging as she realised that now might be a good time to end class. It wouldn't be considerate of her to call for medical assistance /twice/ during the course of one class. Besides, by now everyone /should/ be done.
"Alright everyone...for most of you that was well done, for some of you more so than others, and for those who didn't do so well,' she smiled, though not unkindly, 'they're paying the price at the moment. I'll see you tomorrow, same time, same place." Yuka would have added something about Batman, but she knew some people wouldn't understand the reference. She expected that anyone who hadn't finished disarming their respective bomb had probably gotten a dud (otherwise, it should have exploded by now).
She watched the students leave and her eye settled upon Voer (part of the purpose of the 'conversation class' was to learn the students' names through observation). She wasn't sure how much she could teach him at the moment. The problem was that there was such a wide range of abilities in the class, at least in this part of Gunsmithing. It was difficult to find a good balance. Maybe she'd talk to Vash about that sometime and see if he had some suggestions. Right now, however, she was going to get some sleep.
After all, she'd taught two classes that day already and she wanted to take advantage of the fact that, as of yet, she hadn't much marking to do (aside from going through her notes from yesterday and today's Gunsmithing classes).
She was rather curious to see how the base designs she'd offered had been modified and, for the moment, she decided to put off her nap... |