[Yuri didn't mind so much being confined to the basic newbie activities, but this was one he nearly broke his good conduct standing trying to duck out of. Icebreakers. Despite the assurances of the brass, no icebreaker had ever caused him to form a life-long friendship, or even a day-long friendship, and it certainly hadn't helped him Drift. What were they expecting with such cut and dry questions besides polite small talk?

He was too busy being annoyed when they dumped him in the room to take notice of who was with him, which was a good thing. The coordinator might have noticed the stiffening of Yuri's spine, how his entire posture snapped from insouciant disrespect to focus on the red head sitting in front of him.

As quick as the realization came, Yuri was already unkinking himself, draping a forearm over the back of the chair, resting his booted ankle over his thigh and looking as uncaring as he usually did. Anyone could mistake the flat hostility in his eyes as the annoyance of an older candidate being put on level with a kid.]

... Luke, huh. I'm Yuri.