[ Fortunately her english is still good enough to work through the language barrier at the Academy, but this isn't her first time trying to blend into the surroundings. Like the tides of her element, she is quite malleable when she puts her mind to it. That is until someone startles her out of her revere and Michiru drops a vial that promptly sends sparks across the counter.

Lifting up a small hand held mirror off to her side, she facing it toward the sparks and wisps of water drown them out as she sighs. ]

I wanted to be optimistic and guess five minutes, but I'm afraid the currents won't be shifting in our favor. [ As frustrated as she is, she sets her mirror back down with ease and straightens herself up. ] Maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea.