>>18811170>>18815314Carmody has time to greet her fellow trainees with a glance when she arrives. For Sola, her thoughts flash from happiness at seeing her to sympathy for her rough state to lingering appreciation. Kanako's cheerful and upbeat greeting is simultaneously uplifting and a troubling reminder of her own state; Carmody wants to give Kanako a big hug and also wring her neck, and she's not sure in which order.
>>18815378Her ears shudder and the inside of her brain feels like metal is scraping against it, but this ain't Carmody's first rodeo. Even before she was on sports teams in school, her dad was an Army veteran who made himself heard very well without a megaphone. When chores were neglected or mischief needed answering for, his booming command of "CARMODY RAYBURN JEFFERSON, FRONT AND CENTER!" could shake windows in their frames and rattle dishes off of their shelves in cabinets.
So with no more than a momentary wince, she responds to Ash Romero with the megaphone by raising her own voice to a bellow in response.
>"YES MA'AM! DRILLS COMMENCING!"Carmody invokes her willpower and approaches her drills with every bit of discipline she can muster, trying her utmost to focus. It only goes so far; she's hung over from the night before, she's still hurting from her ordeal at Nika's hands, and frankly, she's still very much an inexperienced rookie with only a couple months experience at a heavily-criticized dojo before this one. But she's trying. She pays attention to each critique by a trainer and does her best to adapt.
