Looks can be deceiving, indeed -- and in this particular case, they are meant to be. It's all anyone is supposed to see: a young woman, proper and stylish, someone who would never so much as consider jumping out of a second-storey window in high heels while being shot at-- wait, no, scratch that last part, that wouldn't in ordinary circumstances happen to basically anyone anyway. But one thing is right: she isn't a typical teacher. Hell, she isn't even a teacher, just like she wasn't a Russian architect's fiancée, or a famous loan shark... or even a simple mechanic from a German city desperate to get away.

"I like to think I'm... different enough," she answers, with a small shrug. The sentiment holds almost too much truth-- she's quite likely to be the most different teacher the Institute has ever had.

Gaby regards the girl for a while, tilting her head while her eyes remain unblinking, almost eerily so. "Maybe you should consider some more studying, too, if being a desk girl isn't living up to... anything. Redbright is- not bad, as far as its education goes." Not perhaps the best sales pitch, but then she's never been one to mince words.