Yuko had been right; the nurse had yelled at her for getting out of her wheelchair. She yawned and pulled the datapad back out from her bag. Flicking on the screen, she found that the list of student files was still pulled up. She smiled and scrolled through the faces. She'd decided to create a new form of class, much like the one she'd held four years ago. Sadly, that hadn't panned out, as the students had been . . . less than exemplary. She sighed and stopped on a random face before opening up the full file. She'd have to get pickier this time. Another rich kid, huh? What was it with the headmaster not liking rich kids? She sighed and activated the GPS tracking before rolling off to the cafe.

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Yuko rubbed her eyes as she coasted through the doors of the cafe. She wiggled her nose and locked eyes on her target. Tea and a book? She could respect that. She rolled her chair over to the kid. She wondered to herself how exactly she was going to get this child to join her class. She decided on starting a conversation rather than delving right into the thick of it. She leaned back in her wheelchair as inertia carried her to the table. The armrests on her chair clanged against the edge of the table rather roughly. She'd been going faster than she thought. She shrugged and smiled.

"Hello," she put her datapad away and gave a polite little wave, "I'm Yuko Romanov. Or Ms. Romanov. Pleasure to meet you."