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The woman before him did not look pleased. She looked... well, distinctly unhappy. She was around Havoc's age and looked fit enough that he considered if she might have been military, but the look on her face--pure annoyance--was enough to make him reconsider handing her a poster.

"I wanted to know if you'd like a poster," Havoc said simply, holding one out to her. Not shoving it in her face, oh no--it was just there for her to take, if she wanted it.

Havoc ran his eyes quickly up and down her before deciding that he could go a bit farther.

"And wanted to know if you'd like to talk about my platform, which was focused on self defense."

"No," Havoc said, completely ignorant to the fact that it was a rhetorical question. "You look like you've been bothered quite a bit by those running."

That said, he did manage to catch her interest by talking about self defense.

"Self defense is an important skill that should be accessible to all students," Havoc explained, doing his best to trim his position down to the absolute basics. He doubted she was going to wait around if he gave her the long version, even if she was interested.

"I plan to provide self defense classes after school, for free, to the students. Any student who wants can attend, and since the council budget would be available, they could have professional instructors available. No one would be forced to attend, but it would make it significantly more accessible to those who don't have a lot of money lying around for out of school activities."

Havoc at least got that rhetorical question, keeping the answer to himself.

"Mandatory courses would be a hard change to make," Havoc pointed out. "And much harder to pass. Better to implement it as an optional program, and then work from there."

It seemed like he'd managed to hook her in, despite her obvious disinterest in the elections.

"It's an important issue, but if you force everyone into an unexpected class, you'll only get complaints and scheduling issues." Lots and lots of scheduling issues. Some had jobs. Some would be physically incapable of taking classes. There were a lot of reasons not to make it mandatory, even if Havoc personally felt it should be.

Havoc had a pretty clear reason for running in the elections, even if it was an unusual one. Most ran for the good of the school or because it'll make me popular.

"I'm a member of the United States army," Havoc explained. "I have minimal experience with civilian leadership, and this is an excellent opportunity to learn. It's hands on experience at no cost to myself, allowing me to brush up on my skills."

"In so many words, job experience," Havoc said, cracking a rare, genuine smile of amusement at his own little joke.

"My appearance allows me to stand out from the usual entrants, which makes me unique. A benefit, in many ways."

It seemed like he'd won her over... mostly. Havoc offered his spare hand for a shake, deciding a formal introduction was necessary in case they ran into each other again. It certainly seemed possible, and if she was as interested in self defense as he was, it was probable they might cross paths once again.

"James Havoc," he said by way of introduction. "I go by Havoc. I hope we'll get a chance to speak again, perhaps once the elections are over?"

And he did mean it. She was his kind of person--vaguely military, interested in self defense, the works.

"And I hope the rest of your day is pleasant."