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Photographic memory. Now that puts her off guard, if only slightly. “I’d fancy having something like that,” she muses, her gaze still darting around them, trying to take notes of their surroundings. “It sure would’ve gotten me to the dining hall ages ago.” It bothers her slightly, if she’s being honest. The fact that others like him have their intelligence handed to them so easily. She might even be envious. “What? Being TOO tall can ruin it.” Nonsense. If anything, the taller the better. But she doesn’t want to hand him the answer to a question that’s awfully out of place on a silver platter. “AT LEAST thirty-four? I won’t lie and say I’m not looking forward to learning, but that sounds daunting. And also like an awful lot of injuries.”
“The campus is a tad excessive, but you’ll get accustomed to it eventually.” If anything, excessive is an understatement for Maillard, with its convoluted pathways that lead into more than necessary rooms. It doesn’t help either that the abundant French windows and consistently lavish fixtures made every panel of the halls seem identically condescending. “Of course,” he responds curtly, with a cheeky, disagreeing half-smirk gracing his lips. His sudden show of casualness goes as quickly as it has arrived, however, but not enough for it to be imperceptible for a keen enough eye. “Trips to the infirmary are normal here, especially for cadets. That’s why we have highly qualified professionals among our medical staff.”