It was 6:30 AM, bright and early in the morning. The call had gone out to the kids the night before that a look into the medical branch of the government was going to be available. It was going to be a rough class for them, but it would give them a real look into what it is to be a medic, and what it is to be the ninja a medic has to take care of. Her goal was two fold, to break any sort of mysticism and shiny feelings the kids had about being ninjas, and trying to focus on recruiting them to her side, without making them vomit or go insane. So she sat at the teachers desk and waited, there was a projector perched on the desk in front of hers, pointed at the white wall behind her. She would use it today, among some other things that she had hidden away at this moment. She sipped her coffee, and stared at her clip board, it had various information on it that she would speak on when everyone arrived. Unlike the photo above however, her face did not denote cheer, but rather a laxidasical boredom. She always looked that way, many people often thought she looked sad but in reality, it's just the way her face sat on her head.
As the students arrived, they would notice little name plates on desks, where they were to be seated. She liked a more orderly class room, and wasn't a big fan of the seat yourself paradigm as it leaned more toward who you liked to be next to, than it did anything else. This would remove the urge to spend half the class playing musical chairs. However, this also meant she knew who was going to arrive and probably had some information on them. Information was her bread and butter, and she had a front row seat to the bread bar, having access to any and all medical records and having enough pull to get extra info in other places within the village. She liked to stay informed, knowledge was power which meant she was almost always the most powerful one in the room.
"Be seated, we will begin shortly."
She spoke as each individual entered, waiting for the classes arrivals.
[OOC: Will accept 3 people.]