There was something incredibly satisfying about manning the androids for a hand-to-hand combat class. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Seven was a particularly shrimpy girl and generally had no chance in hell of being on anything similar to equal footing with the other students in this joint. Maybe it was just in the fact that they were so damn neat and later, when she wasn't busy- you know, making sure they didn't get their circuits pounded out of place- she could go through their software. These things were works of art. She'd- metaphorically, of course- kill for one of these bad boys.

The downsides for using the bots as something of an avatar? She couldn't feel a thing- meaning there was no gauge for how hard she was hitting others, or any way to figure out how much more of a beating the robots could take before shutting down or losing access to particular motors(meaning stiff joints, slow reactions, and the occasional loss of movement in an entire limb in the cases of those with super strength), and Seven's body was left entirely unprotected. Using the video feed on the bots meant she wasn't using her eyes. And with the audio too? She couldn't hear anything going on around her body... not that it was all that important in the middle of a class, but in the real world? That'd be more than just a slight inconvenience. To top it all off, the robot had to stay inside of her range or she'd lose control of it entirely until she moved closer or it get knocked back. Oh well, it was nothing that could really be fixed, considering the situation.

Or could it? Having a bot constantly sending feedback to another wireless device with more range than I have, and sending information back from that device could work... A thought for another time- she couldn't get distracted now. However, using a phone or laptop as a remote control would be neat. All she'd need to do would be keep it on her person or basically within the same room as her. I could be useful yet.

As all things did, eventually the class would come to an end, and with it, Seven would be expected to stay behind and repair the drones. Well to be fair, she offered to. Anything to get her hands on their mechanics and an uninterrupted look at their coding. That meant waiting until everyone left. Couldn't have anyone talking while she was trying to shove her nose into some metal contraptions, now could she? Unfortunately for Sev, someone was lagging behind. Considering everyone else had gone and the bots were pretty rough at the moment, the technopath's choices of electronics to fiddle around with had significantly dropped. Why not tinker around with that girl's phone while waiting to get a chance to work on the repairs?

While Seven wouldn't exactly have ages to wait, the time between when she started to fiddle around in the other woman's cell and when said woman entered was more than enough to dig up some 'neat' conversations. Hearing the door open, Seven would slowly turn to face the other, the nice swivel chair she'd lugged in leisurely spinning, a saccharine smile on her face, "You really took your good time getting up here!" Her tone wasn't at all dark or condemning, but rather playful, and her sentence was punctuated with a darling little laugh. Sev'd see where this went before bringing up her idle information digging.

Just an uncertain 'yeah'? That was all she got? Seven would puff out her cheeks slightly in irritation before letting all the air out and trying to push for more conversation. She'd wanted to gauge things before jumping straight into 'hey! I skimmed through your texts!' which no one ever seemed to take well. But, it didn't seem like this one was all that talkative. She'd just need to go for it.

With a flourish, the technopath would rise from her seat, and approach the other girl, arms behind her back, a hand wrapped around one of her own wrists, "You know, you've got some really interesting texts." There would be no real threat in her voice, no change in tone from that sugary-sweet lilt. She was about as non-threatening as ever in everything except those words she'd uttered. That was a specialty of Sev's though, seeming so incredibly naive and mushy.

She may have been a scrawny individual in a university of heroes- her abilities so watered down compared to the vast majority, her specialties lying more in information collection and back-up than playing any real role on the battlefront- but she did know where her strengths lied, and she generally knew how to play her cards. That bluntness on whose files she'd been searching through for conversation's sake was going to be the death of her one of these days, but for now, it tended to lead to some... interesting conversations and tended to drag out some rather fascinating reactions out of people.