To invoke an overused phrase, the only thing Eliza had really hurt in her fall was her pride. Her cheeks had taken the most of the impact, and even if she had actuall hurt her tailbone or something, it was a simple matter to dismiss and reform her physical body, sans any injuries. She tugged nervously at her smartwatch which she was using as her projection point; her usual device of choice, a smartphone, would have been kind of unwieldy for tryouts.
At Dalia’s greeting, Eliza flashed one of her brightest smiles. “Thanks, I'll try to remember that. I’m Eliza.” But before any further conversation could occur, they were split into two groups. It was clear to Eliza right away that the two groups had been divided along they the lines of ‘those that nailed the last task’ and ‘ those that didnt’. The smile that had been on her face since Dalia introduced herself faded. I need to step this up a notch, or I’m out, she thought.
It did not help that their new instructor was, perhaps, the prettiest boy she had ever seen. Deep, primary programming tripped before her conscious process could catch up. Oh you can soothe my pain any time was the automatic response that nearly bubbled past her lips, to be accompanied by a flip of her her hair and a sultry smirk. She was (thankfully!) interrupted and thereby saved by Aedes rude retort. Eliza bit her tongue, hard, and and took a deep breath, and recommitted to just being normal for once, goddman it. She didnt need to flirt with everyone she met.
“Stretches!” she agreed, perhaps a little too loudly. Then at a more normal volume, she went on. “Yes, I think that’s a good idea. For now. Cause of the fall.”
