fandomhigh | Defying Expectations, Tuesday, Per 3

Ever since setting foot on the island today, Karla had felt...uneasy. Her Black Widow senses were tingling, but not in a way that suggested imminent danger. More like something kept poking her in the back of the neck to make sure she was paying attention, but giving her no insight to what she should be paying attention to. It was incredibly aggravating, to say the least. But what was it? Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for Fandom. Maybe she was just antsy because Decembers were traditionally a fraught time on the island?

Who knew? Until whatever-it-was popped out of the woodwork, it wasn't Karla, much to her annoyance.

"Welcome back to class," she greeted her class. "For those of you who celebrated the holiday, I hope it was a good one for you. For those who don't, I hope you enjoyed a relaxing few days off. Today is our last class together, apart from the exam which I can tell you already isn't going to exist. This isn't the kind of class there's a test for. One day when you're figuring out what you want to do with your life, you'll either be able to use some of the things you learned in class to use or you won't. That's pretty much the best I can do for you. With that in mind, I'd like you all to look back over the classes we've had together and ask questions you might have about the whys and wherefores."

Granted, any question about why she had them do any specific thing was going to be turned around back on them ("why do you think I did?"), but she'd be willing to help them get to an answer, at least.

"Is there anything else you'd like to talk about? Like me to cover in quick detail over the next hour?" She'd had more to say on her way in, but that damn distracting feeling of something happening soon, maybe was making it hard to focus.